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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝟭𝟮

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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝟭𝟮

      "𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐍𝐍, TurboJax, you wack denamufucka." Trei spoke into the mic of the headset wit his thumbs expertly moving the joysticks, and pressing the buttons on the PS5 controller.

      Trei reclined back in his gaming chair, leaning onto the foot of his king-size bed that was neatly made in the black and gray comforter. The black l-shape corner desk held his double screen gaming setup, and above it was a cork board wrapped with the blue LED lights illuminating on his coffee brown skin, and TV mounted through it. The small round Honeywell fan in the corner of the desk blew air to him, circling together with the mansion's air condition coming out the vents. A person that gets hot easily, Trei having a fan on, even in the cold, was of importance.

      To the left of the seventeen-year-old, three shelves hung evenly. The top one contained the fresh shoe boxes, below organized Yeezys and the last shelf held the neat Nikes. His room was calm wit its black furniture pieces blending wit the neon blue lights. Although it was day-light, cloudy and sprinkling outside, the 100% blacked out curtains over his large window prevents any ounce of light from coming in.

     Trei was relaxed, comfortable in a black Hanes tank top and Nike shorts, and his straight teeth chewing on the plastic water bottle cap.

      "Nigga, who you callin' wack? Get on 2K, and on my mama, I'll smack yo' ass down."

      "Then take yo' ass to 2K, nigga! You fuckin' up our groove," another player talks shit to TurboJax.

      "Fuck you, niggas! What black person play fuckin' soccer? Pussies!" TurboJax exited the eFootball online match, and Trei and the other three players laughed.

      "What black person play soccer," the voice mocked the player that left wit a whiny tone, and chuckled.

      "Motha fucka weird," the thirty-one year old mother hears once she reached his bedroom doorway.

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