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˗ˏˋ ꒰𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐳꒱ ˎˊ˗
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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠: 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞.
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𝐑𝐢𝐨 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐝, wiping the sweat off of her forehead as she places the last box in the empty apartment. She took a look around, it didn't quite feel right to move after Jefferson's death but they needed a fresh start, something Chicago couldn't offer them.
You see, Rio had gotten a promotion from her job, one that moved her from Chicago's nursing department in the hospital to Brooklyns more advanced one. Although she was a little anxious she agreed to the job, maybe a change in scenery was what Miles needed.
Speaking of Miles... had he finished putting the boxes in his room? Rio decided to call him down.
"Miles! ¿Terminaste con las cajas?" She asked. (Are you done with the boxes?) a quick beat of silence followed before she heard him shout back.
"Sí mami, estaba a punto de empezar a desempacar." (Yes mom, I was about to start unpacking.) He placed his hands on his hips as he looked around the room.
He wasn't too fond of the idea that they were moving initially but his mom was right, there wasn't much good for him in Chicago.
He did nothing besides stress his mom with all the fights he got into and hang out with the wrong people, scammers, bangers, street fighters and such. Granted those people paid him good money for his work, but he wanted to stop letting down his parents. Mainly his father. He'd miss his uncle but it's not like he couldn't drive to Chicago to see him, that's what his car was for.
