âWhat? No, Ma, Iâm not pregnant. Dios mĂo, Mama, the hell kind of question is that?! ⊠Well I think itâs appropriate to cuss around your mother when she asks questions like that!â She takes her phone away from her ear and frowns. âWell bye to you too, Ma! ÂĄQuĂ© maldita vaina, coñazo!â Raven angrily tucks her phone away and looks at the person next to her. âWhat?â She snaps, crossing her arms over her chest.








