Ｏｏｐｓ, Ｗｒｏｎｇ ｎｕｍｂｅｒ.

ℂ Ⴎ ℙ ⌾ ℱ ᝨ ℰ ᗅ -ℛ Տ

ᵢₜ wₐₛ ₐ Wₑdₙₑₛdₐy ₘₒᵣₙᵢₙg, C-ⱼ wₐₛ dyᵢₙg fᵣₒₘ ₑₓₕₐᵤₛₜᵢₒₙ ⱼᵤₛₜ by ₘᵢcᵣₒ zₒₒₘᵢₙg cₐᵣₑfᵤₗₗy yₒᵤ wᵢₗₗ ₛₑₑ ₜₕₑ ₘₒᵢₛₜᵤᵣₑ ₑₓᵤdₑ ₜₕᵣₒᵤgₕ ₜₕₑ ₚₒᵣₑₛ ₒf ₕᵢₛ ₛₖᵢₙ he was heavily perspired . It was not as easy as he thought, but a cup of tea would do.

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𝕝 𝕒 𝕥 𝕖 𝕣 𝕥 𝕙 𝕒 𝕥 𝕕 𝕒 𝕪 𝕙 𝕖 𝕥 𝕠 𝕠 𝕜 𝕒 𝕕 𝕖 𝕝 𝕚 𝕧 𝕖 𝕣 𝕪 𝕡 𝕒 𝕔 𝕜 𝕒 𝕘 𝕖 𝕥 𝕠 𝕙 𝕠 𝕥 𝕖 𝕝 224. 𝕥 𝕙 𝕖 𝕨 𝕚 𝕟 𝕕 𝕠 𝕨 𝕤 𝕨 𝕖 𝕣 𝕖 𝕤 𝕝 𝕚 𝕘 𝕙 𝕥 𝕝 𝕪 🅗 🅤 🅔 🅢 🅑 🅛 🅐 🅒 🅚 𝕗 𝕣 𝕠 𝕞 𝕒 𝕕 𝕚 𝕤 𝕥 𝕒 𝕟 𝕔 𝕖 .

Micheala's POV

She was only seventeen when her life started to throw shade at her. She was always smoking marijuana to keep her nerves from acting up. She fell in love with a smart street boy and didn't know what else to do beside being a girlfriend. Micheala's Dad raised her like a soldier, she needed someone to soften her heart.

Michaela Mom was a drug addict so she was clearly not in the bigger picture.

CeeJay's POV

CJs parents both got involved into a car accident on their way back home from Italy. He was only seven years old when Uncle Faouzie took him in. He was so ambitious and goal driven like his mom.
All he ever wanted was to be loved but instead he began to show love to those who needed it the most.
CJ Got a Job and that Job snatched his happiness in exchange of respect.

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