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A few days later | Easton's condo Harlem, NY
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"Use the coaster, bitch." I grumbled, speaking to Kevin. He came over to chill, being that he hardly did anything else. I won't discredit my nigga, he did his radio personality things as a little side hustle. His main job was screenwriting, creating the scripts for comedies and shit. He loved entertaining so, I wouldn't be surprised if my nigga make it big.
"Why the hell you cleaning anyway?" he asked, watching as I walked towards the front window. Contrary to what most would believe, I was big on cleanliness. Like, I stressed it. It was OCD, according to Naomi. I didn't think so.
"Honestly? I need change. Naomi picked out these curtains so, I'm taking 'em down. I need my pops here, man. He'd know what I need to buy for shit in here." I grumbled, taking the curtains down. A chuckle came from Kevin's end, making me look at him.
"You need help, that's what you need." he laughed.
"Shut up." I muttered, grabbing the Lysol bottle.
Marlie's Apartment- Brooklyn, NY
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MARLEE
"Why is Kendra from work texting you?" Jas asked, groaning almost. I sent her a silly smile, snatching my phone away.
