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nine years later...
"say word I can't bag shorty over there?!" Elijah Kingston Junior, also known as August, clasped his hands together and smiled brightly showcasing all thirty two of his teeth that were protected by his cyan blue braces.
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"Man whatever." His good friend Poppa shook his head as his eyes traveled over to the group of girls, who he believed to be upperclassmen. "Ain't no way."
"I think he can." Andre smiled brightly, though he was only setting his dear friend up. He knew all about those group of girls, and just how boujie and stuck up they could really be. There was no way that they'd give August's sophomore ass a chance.
"Is this a bet I'm hearing?" Korey looked around his group of friends before stuffing the rest of his ice cream sandwich into his mouth. His hands now covered with the chocolate bread and stickiness of the vanilla ice cream.
"How much?" August's eyes sparkled with curiosity. He always loved a good bet.
"Fifty beans." Andre called out with the quickness.
