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"Saint what's your behind doing coming home at this time on a school night?" Alana questioned her thirteen year old who was almost a bit taller than her. "Ma I was just playing down the block, on ma bike dassit" the young boy exasperated, trying to get his mother to not overreact.
"I do not care, what I tell you?" Alana placed her hands on her hips. Saint rolled his eyes before repeating his mother's words for the hundredth time, "As soon as that clock hits three, I better bring my black ass home and be on some gaht damn chores or ma gaht dam homework" Alana smirked lightly at her son mimicking her voice, she lightly pushed his head, "Ay don't cuss, now gone, your daddy on the phone waiting to talk to you"

"That mean I'm off the hook?" Saint eyes brightened, "Don't remind me boy, now get" Alana pointed, making Saint hurry into the connected room to get on his mama's phone.

"waddup pops" Saint hopped onto the couch with the telephone pressed to his ear. "How you doin lil man, I can hear yo ma givin you a hard time" "Tell me bout it yo, she be on me pa, I tell ha errday I'm cool off that protectin shi- "SAINT" "MY BAD MA, see what I mean pops, I'm thirteen and I can't even cuss a lil bit, Slim be lowin' me, so does aunt Mic" Sincere chuckled all while listening to his son rant, his lil man was manning up. "It's Uncle Slim to you, and I can't justify that lil man, yo mama house, her rules, but soon as you out that shit, go awf" Sincere being the bad influence. "What your daddy talm bout" Alana came in with a bowl of popcorn, handing it over to Saint, she took the phone from his hand. "What you tellin him Cere" Alana asked, sinking into the couch, turning on the tv, putting Saint's favourite show on, fresh Prince.

"I was tellin him he gotta start listenin to you some more.....when unda yo roof" Alana scrunched up her face. "When under my roof? Sincere I teach our son to conform, don't teach him otherwise please and thank you"

"Nah he know to respect you, as required but he ain no conformist, don't let him make that a habit. Being a pushover don't run in ma blood" Alana rolled her eyes, "I mean dat so quit rolling dem eyes" Alana looked at the phone, "How you kno- "I know you Lana, let's not act surprised" "Boy you don't know- "Got a beauty spot on yo pussy lips, you hate the smell of gas witcho weird ass, you a size 7 never been a 6 went straight from 5 to 7, knocked your first tooth out in pre K after walking into a pole, you got a birthmark that was located on yo left leg but faded over time, yo mama was gone name you liberty because you was born in New York and from her room she could see the statue front and clear, you hate all green vegetables except lettuce and avocado, you occasionally love it when my finger go up yo ass- "Okay nigga you know me damn. Quit with the profanity, our son listenin" Alana said with attitude but really she was smiling hard as hell, front teeth and all showing from her side of the phone. Sincere knowing her, could tell she was doing just exact that.

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