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I was sittin' on the porch, still hot about this whole Nalani and Amare situation, when Malik rolled up in his loud-ass Charger.
He hopped out, smirkin', and walked up to me like he already knew some shit. "What's good, Khalil?"
"Man, don't even start," I muttered, hittin' the blunt.
"What happened now?" he asked, snatchin' it from me as if this aint my shit.
"These bitches got me fucked up," I said, leanin' back in the chair. I looked at him sideways.
"Nigga, she been fuckin' with her ex. And not just any ex, the bitch Nalani."
Malik blinked, confused. "Wait, hold up. Her ex? You mean like.. a girl?"
"Yeah, nigga. A girl," I snapped.
He started laughin' like it was funny. "Yo, that's wild. So your girl got taken by another bitch? Damn, Khalil."
"It ain't funny, Malik," I said, sittin' up. "This ain't even no regular shit. That bitch Nalani messy as fuck. She been fuckin' with Amare on the low, thinkin' I wouldn't find out."
Malik tilted his head, lookin' curious now. "What's she look like?"
I rolled my eyes. "What the fuck does that matter?"
"C'mon, I'm just askin"," he said, grinnin'. "If she bad, I might get why Amare tripped."
I pulled out my phone, scrolled to Nalani's IG, and shoved it in his face. "Here. That's
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