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Kentrell.

A week later

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A week later. 08/06/21.

"Fuck man." I sighed, frustration written on my face.

"KK." I tapped Karin.

"Karin." I tapped her harder.

"KK, wake up man." I slightly raised my voice.

"Huh?" She opened her eyes, rubbing her face.

"I can't put my shirt on." I frowned.

"Let me see." She said.

I passed her my shirt and she lifted my arms and put it over me.

"That's all?" She asked me.

"Yeah, thank you mama." I kissed her forehead standing up.

"Ken where are you going?" She asked me, raking over my outfit.

"Somewhere, that you ain't

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"Somewhere, that you ain't. What, you tryna slide?" I looked at her.

"Kentrell you're supposed to be on bed rest."

"Man fuck them hoe ass doctors. Ain't finna be in the bed all fucking day." I mugged.

"Can I come with you?" She asked as I heard her phone ding.

"Who dat is?" I grabbed her phone unlocking it.

"Give me my shit." She snatched it from me before I could open her messages.

"We hiding shit now?" I mugged her.

"Kentrell, you don't need to be reading MY messages. I don't go through yo phone." She rolled her eyes.

"Here you can go through my shit right now I don't give a fuck. Now lemme see yours." I said, tossing her my phone.

"Kentrell."

"Ight bet. Get out my house." I looked at her.

"Nigga no. I ain't Yaya. You can't put me out of shit. The hell. Bye. Gone bout yo business."

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