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Edmond Sanders
22 years old
Denver Colorado 📍
"It don't make sense to pass around the fault"
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"Hazel!" I called for my baby as I walked in the house

"Huh!?" She yelled back

"Cmere" I placed my keys on the kitchen counter on and set up her gifts

"Yes baby" I heard her walking in the kitchen cause she never pick up her feet when she have house shoes on

"Awww thank you" she started smiling and picked up her flowers

"You welcome" she gave me a kiss on the cheek

"You welcome" she gave me a kiss on the cheek

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A/N- use your imagination 🙌🏾

"Why you get me so many gifts" she said huggin me

"Cause it's some I shoulda been doing and I'm still making up for all them years I wasn't shit" I shrugged then went to go eat some of the fruit she had cut up

"Got that right" she rolled her eyes and started going through her stuff

"How's everything at the club" she asked sitting down on the counter

"It's good, you know the usual dream been bringing us a few extra customers from the media tho" I wrapped my arms around her

"How is Dream?"

"She good, loving her new money if anything" I laughed

"That's not what I meant and you know it" she stale faced me

"Oh, that situation" I said acting dumb and she nodded

"As far as I know they cool, they hang out here and there but I don't think they getting back together at least any time soon"

"I don't know, just the random pics she been posting lately it's giving I'm in love but it's a secret" Hazel shrugged

"Well that ain my business, my business is making sure you in love and not keeping secrets" I smiled

"Got that right" she pecked my lips

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Dream Sanders
Denver, Colorado 📍
20 Years old
"The type of ways I feel,
you stuck on my brain"
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"Can you pick up your toys DJ" I asked looking at the mess he made in Tae's living room

"Ok" he said grabbing his trucks and walking to his toy bin

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