A few days later, Genevieve stopped at Zero's house; she told him that she had never used the gun, yet she had been holding onto it for almost a year to protect herself and her family to keep away from these actions.
Genevieve: *shows him a gun with her hand* I've never shot anyone yet, but the bullets are still in there. I can conclude this: I wasn't pulled out of the gun, hiding in my bag without telling my family none of this had happened before.
Zero: At all that, whenever you use the gun, as much as we work out there on the street, some people will come for us someday. Also, but to me, that's some pussy ass shit.
Genevieve: *hearing*
Zero: Let me see this. *grabs the gun to look at it*
Genevieve: *looks at him* Do you know how to shoot?
Zero: *looks at her* No.
Genevieve: I do. *grabs it* I need to shoot somebody by the time the war ends.
Zero: We don't have any enemies right now.
Genevieve: *hearing*
Later that night, Moby, walking around the block, saw the rest of the group chilling on the different sidewalks to do the product against those drugs. Whenever they took each other, he was spying on them to watch and feel like he would become a dealer.
Meanwhile, in the bar, four girls, Gennifer, Keri, Lizzy, and Arielle, spend time together without the guys; they're most likely to hang out with girls only, whether they take a shot with a glass of wine to cheer up.
Keri: Thank god it's just four of us tonight.
Gennifer: For real.
Keri: I'm glad you got yourself to escape your place to see your miserable husband was around.
Gennifer: I care about him no more. He's still a bitch.
Lizzy: I've heard you guys were hurting; I'm sorry. *looks at Arielle and Gennifer*
Arielle: We alright; we just talked for a couple of hours in the coffee place earlier.
Lizzy: Arielle, if you need me or she needs me, I promise I'll get you all back.
Arielle: Like going out tonight. It makes sense for us to chill the hell out and speak of Warren. That's why I already cared for him and sent him to hell.
Gennifer: Gladly, you sent him on fire while he's in prison.
Arielle: Not even close. *drinks it*
Thomas visits Queens to do a couple of things while he's in, checking around the corner to go inside several stores in South Jamaica. He knows some of these people from New York, and they meet each other again. Meanwhile, Miles is in the same store as Thomas, getting paid for one candy and two ginger ales.
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Year in Decade
Non-FictionSet in 1990s, the story tells about the population of New York, is put on the journey to embark when inspired by the future. Crime, Drama, and Biography