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"Here is your fake ID, new license plate, and passport. All the money's in here right?" Nodding my head as I grabbed the zip lock bag from him handing him an envelope with $900 dollars in it, I watched as he double-checked making sure it was all there tossing the envelope into his desk. "You straight, Estelle Harrison?"
Cringing at the sound of the name newly attached to me, I took a deep breath nodding placing the zip lock bag deep in my purse.
Sending him a weak smile turning around, I made my way out the car dealership heading towards the streetlight corner staring off into the traffic waiting for the cross light to turn.
Did I have a plan? No. Did I know where I was going? No.
All I knew was... I needed to act... and fast.
With all this pressure coming down at me at once, I could hardly focus or simple enjoy the blessing of waking up every morning. All I wanted was a sign, or some direction.
So when this woman came into the nail salon last week talking about this crooked car salesman's who was selling fake ID's out of his dealership on the low, that was my sign.
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"AYO CHY!" Looking over my shoulder hearing a loud familiar voice from across the street, I mentally slapped my forehead as Jeremiah walked out of 24 Hour Fitness with a gym bag in his hand walking towards me. Shaking my head watching as J made his way across the street not giving a damn we didn't have the signal to cross yet, I reached out side hugging him as he stood beside me. "Wassgood sis, how's my lil' man?"
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