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Three.

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📍Miami, Florida📍
🗓️ April 7th
Amarion Moore ♊️
Age 23

dis nigga gotta daughter?

is the first thing that runs through my mind when he said those words.

and based on how Zay looking at me right now, we both got the same thought.

"you gotta daughter?" Zane asks stupidly like he ain't just say dat.

sometimes i wonder how we even friends.

he a lil slow.

but it's coo cuz dats what he got me fa.

Syamir looks at him crazy, "did i not just say dat?"

Zay huffs out smoke, "ight chill."

"so? what we supposed ta do wit dat information?" he shrugs.

"umm pick her up?? i'm not leaving ma daughter at school."

Zay lets out a breath.

we might as well go get the kid. if we don't the school gone know sum up.

"...where." he speaks lowly.

"huh?"

"Where her school at?" Zay speaks up, passing me the blunt again.

i take a hit from it. watching them talk.

"tuh, i'm going with you." he stands up causing Zay ta do the same.

He steps up ta Zay.

"they not letting you take her when they don't know you. they know imma single parent so they def gone find it suspicious."

i crack a smirk, placing a hand over ma mouth slightly.

okayy, luh daddy got sum pimp in his step.

they stare at each other fa a while before Zay turns around.

"c'mon." he opens the door.

i get up and follow them.

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"right ha?" Zay pulls up to an elementary school.

"yeah." Syamir answers looking out the window.

Zay parks the car.

before Syamir gets out i stop him.

"don't do nun stupid. get yo child and come back." i look in his eyes.

he rolls his eyes, "okay dad."

we both watch as he walks inside the school.

"whatchu think bout him?" i hear making me cut my eyes towards Zay.