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📍SIN CITY, PORTMORE
N I C K O I
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I turn the volume down of Rajah Wild's Hate Yo and look outside.
"Dawg, weh yo deh? Pull up no," I say on the phone, looking over at the house. I've been in Sin City for about a minute.
Look how long the man have me a wait.
One minute??
Like deh voice deh want mi wul it and shot it.
Jah know.
Di man nuh know say me no do the waiting thing?
Nav no patience dawg?
Wah name patience?
Tsk.
Mi no believe inna wait pan man.
I puff the vape and exhale the smoke. This nuh strong enough. Right now mi want a spliff. Some grades weh well strong.
Zara just always a piss man off.
Keno walks out, I'm surprised when our cousin Jadaiy walks out behind him too. He's smiling. One a the cuz'n dem weh fly out. Him link with 6ix.
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He flew out from around 9th grade and never touch back Jamaica.
Not because he doesn't want to. Man never have no choice, name stink a road. Best thing him do a jump out.
"Man deh a yaad?" I smirk and get out of the Gle, purposely leaving the phone back in the car.
Mi no wah she call man and get me.
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