𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚎 06

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☠︎ Keshawn Panari Goldsmith ☠︎

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☠︎ Keshawn Panari Goldsmith ☠︎

2:39 𝗉𝗆, 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗒𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽
𝖰𝗎𝖺𝗇'𝗌 𝖧𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾

SLAM! i woke up to jay elbow hitting my waist, plopping on me on the bed.

"BRUH GTF MOE!" i yelled.

"nigga, you needa get up! its 2 sum" he said.

"dang fr? i slept that long?" i asked scratching my head.

"yea slim, that girl put that shit on you huh?" he asked.

"what girl?" i asked him genuinely confused cus i rly dnt rmb shit of what happened last night.

he looked at me like i was dumb for a couple seconds until i soon remembered.

"oh yeaa! man shitt, last night hazy" i said.

"what, she gotchu pussy whipped now?" he asked.

"nah foo, she was a one time-thing. much needed tho" i said pattin my chest, puttin my boxers back on under the covers then getting outta bed.

"speakin of, where she go?" i asked jay.

"quan took her lil ass home" he told me.

quan? hm.

i rubbed my hair & shook my twists.

"what yall boys finna do anyways?" i asked jay.

"nun really, we chillin rn. finna go hit up james ina lil" he told me starin off into space.

"hit up james for what?" i asked seriously.

"he needed sum, & he called us" he said playin in his hair.

"why couldn't he ask terry n nem, we did enough" i told him crossin my arms.

"man chill, he ain ask for that typa favor. we not part of that crowd nm, ight?" jay assured me.

"ight bruh, yall be safe man. hmu for anything at all" i told jay dappin him up.

"fa sho, fa sho" he said dappin me up back walkin out the room.

tyrone from all american is like our james. he runs shit around here. we deal for him, to keep & buy the shit we have. we dnt have a choice.

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