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ATLANTA, GEORGIA - 1:03PM
"Aye, I heard Duke was out the hospital and planning some type of revenge." Talik told me as he passed me the blunt.
I shrugged. "Ion give a fuck about that shit. Duke ass all talk, his ass ain't 'bout shit for real and we all know that."
"Imagine planning revenge and you the one in the wrong. Ain't nobody tell that nigga to touch Milan." Khalil stated taking the blunt as I passed it to him. "Yo' this shit fat as fuck."
"Ian roll it, Talik ass did. What's been going on with y'all? Ain't hang with y'all asses in a good minute."
"Shit, nun. Been getting ready to leave this street shit alone and become a Chef."
"Oh shittttt." Khalil and I hyped.
"Nigga finna become a Chef. Aye, you know we support you, fasho."
"Preciate it, y'all leaving?"
"I am even though I'm indecisive about what I wanna do." I told them. "Like I wanna be a car mechanic, I wanna start my own clothing business, Ion even know."
"You could be allat though. Yeen gotta pick just 1." Talik took another pull.
"Yeah, you right."
"How's you and Milan? Not tryna get in yo' business or nothing."
"We straight, we moved into our house and shit."
"You happy?"
"Happy? Nigga I'm ecstatic." I started cheesing. "Ian tryna do allat, but Milan make me happy as fuck for real. Ian never leaving her ass alone and that's on God."
"Nigga we see. We ain't never seen yo' ass this happy. I'm happy for you."
"Shit, what about you?" I asked looking over at Khalil who was in his own world. I wasn't even gone bother to ask him 'cause I knew what went down with Ximena.
"Tori and I good. I'm tryna trap her ass with a baby and shit."
"You better stop for she leave yo' ass. You know she always planned to be that rich auntie with no kids." Khalil joked.
