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I'd just finished moving into my new apartment yesterday. Today, I was in the kitchen, whipping up some spaghetti and jamming to Still Trappin' by Lil Durk and King Von. The music had me in a good lil vibe until I heard the front door swing open.
Now, who the fawk is in my house cause ain't nobody got a key 🤨.
I grabbed the nearest thing to me—a wooden spoon—and slowly turned the corner. There stood Cashimir, looking all types of serious.
"What yo ass thought you was gon' do with this lil' spoon?" He chuckled, snatching the spoon from my hand. Then he just walked past me into the kitchen, helped himself to a plate of spaghetti, and taking a seat of the couch.
"Damn, come in here like you own fucking place," I said as I grabbed a plate and sat next to him.
"And do," he replied with a smirk. I just shook my head and started eating, trying to hide my smile.
"How you even get in." I tilted my head to the side.
"That's a dumb question to ask, Sevyn. You know I'm a felon, right?" He squinted his eyes at me.
"Righttttt." I dragged as he shook his head. My phone started to ring before I could get to it Cashimir picked it up.
"Who dis." Keyontae's voice came through the phone.
Goddddamnnnnnnn 🚪🏃🏾♀️💨.
"Bruh gimme my phone." I tried to reach for my phone but he shoved me back on the couch as he stood up.
