Namiah Gregory
Chicago, IL
8:15 PM
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"ite bet, let me get pills, X and 30s, cake and canna carts,20 each, i need like 5 batteries to start, a pound of white runtz, bubba, and gelato. and for rn that's it, how much it's gone run me"
"about 2" he nodded
"200..?" i said , cheap as fuck
"no, thousand" he laughed
"figured." i nodded " i got zelle"
"coo, here's my number."
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"rome im telling you this shit is a good idea!" i said
"no it's not. you can go real jail time for this shit."he yelled
"bro. i already spent the money, i got the product, i don't need a lecture i just needed a ride." i said unbuckling my seat belt.
"i'm telling yo parents." he said
"really Rome?" i laughed grabbing the duffel bag
he thought for a minute.
"no." he smacked his lips
"see you be safe" i closed the door
"you too." he said
"Hey ma" i said
"hey baby, why you out so late?" she said checking the time"
"ma it's only 9, where dada?" i asked
"upstairs" she went back to cooking
"pops," i started cheesing
"what you want?" he mugged
"my car back." i said
"no. bye."
"you can't just take my car, cause one little accident" i said
"i bought it." he shrugged
"when i steal that bitch don't say nun, i warned you" i said
"we gone see bout that" he yelled as i was walking away
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"all i did was run over a old lady, never that serious." i said to nene on the phone
"girl what!! right!! wasn't you on probation for that and they took away yo license" she laughed
"yes lord! that shit was last year , i haven't got in a car since, they tweakin" i smacked my lips.
"i mean i wouldn't let you get back behind the wheel after that either." she said
"girl please. i just spent my savings on this shit i need that car" i said
"steal it back," she said
"i am, i'm finna post this shit and start bagging then ima be ready to start business" i smiled "i can't believe he gave me all this shit for so cheap. this is atleast 5,000 in product rn." i said
"he was JayMeer friend right?" nene asked
"yea and he always had a lil crush on me." i smiled
"better make sure that shit hit"
"oh it fs do, he who i get my shit from everytime"
"oh ok that's a bet."
"Hit Me, I got the best shit ina city rn! Mobile!!! and if you go to North Lawndale Place Orders For Tomorrow!! GOOD DEALS ALL NIGHT!!!!📲"
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