That’s not how Suzuki rolls. Indian xxx Shit life was just fucked up! She just stood there. I knew who it was. I could feel it almost like I was pissing. “What the hell was he doing?” I was so numb I didn’t even feel the pain anymore. That’s not how Suzuki rolls. She started yanking all my stuff out my draws and putting them in my Gucci duffle bags that Shawn bought me. “Then you are going to South Carolina to live with your father. “Please just get off of me!” I yelled just loud enough so he could hear it. All I know is that he’s live in Myrtle Beach.
