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" I close my eyes and trust your plan, won't let no one force my hand. You've paid the cost for true romance, and you want my love again. I thought I seen it all before, and now I've seen so much more. And finally, some doors will close. But here's to open windows."
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12/24/21
3 month time skip, from 7220.
Dayvon Daquan Bennett | Von Chicago, IL _________________________
" Aye Von!? It's a nigga named Marcus. In here banging on Lucky phone back to back." Bj shouted out to me from the living room, hollering loudly over one of Durk's songs.
That was playing from my sound-bar.
" That's her patient." I told him, keeping my focus on trying to organize all of my shoes, while debating on how I'd get them all to fit inside Lucky's closet. Before she had got back to the house, after shopping at the grocery store.
And started tweaking on me, for how messy and cluttered up? I had her room looking. Or should I say our room? Now that I had gotten a spare key made. And she had given me the green light? To move inside the apartment with her.
" I thought you couldn't talk to yo patients outside of work though? Ain't that shit called code of conduct or some like that?"
" Nigga, I'on know? Nor care." My shoulders shrugged.
" All I know? Is that he her patient. And that he done called and texted her shit a couple times? While I been back around. But he know about her being put up and shit? And that she back inna relationship."
" You sure?" Bj walked into the bedroom, with his brows raised. "Cause he banging on her shit? Bad."
" He banging on her shit? Bad as a muhfucka'."
" Bj bruh." I stood up from my squatted position, opening up my mouth to cuss him out. Before the sound of the horn from Lucky's Range Rover? Filled the both of our ears.
