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CITM (acronym - slang/fictional)
A person, often in a romantic or familial context, who is trapped between two conflicting parties-typically someone torn between loyalty to family and their own desires or relationships. In this c...
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October 28, 1995 Cali, los Angeles
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It was a free weekend. I was out of school for the passing week. it was a clear Saturday for me so I decided to put in effort to see him. He told before that he was going somewhere this weekend but since after I call I got so impatient that I needed to see him no matter what.
"Yo! Get the door." I heard him yell. I began to chuckle under my voice as I awaited for him or this someone to come to this door. "Hold the fuck on!" I heard another person say making me flinch in my spot. I felt a little overwhelmed with the reaction they would have when seeing me standing there with bags.
When the door opened I met instantly with Tupac's sister Takerra. When she saw me she gasped. "Lante!" She screamed out of the top of her lungs as she jumped in my arms with joy. I giggled as I hugged tightly. The preteen was filled with overjoyed, not at all ok what I expected, she missed me a lot as it seemed.
She pulled away from as she looked me up and down, "Girl you look bomb as hell!"
"Me? Your getting bigger by the day, the last time I saw you were so short. Aww...you still got your baby face." I pouted at the pre teen as I pulled us back in a hug. "Whatever. Baby face my ass." She rolled her eyes behind my back as I guessed rocking into the hug with me.
