Air Nikes→j.g

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Keegan Brown
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"So, are you going to pay me for the drugs or waste my time? You know some people are willing to pay much more than you are." I tapped my foot against the cold bare sidewalk. The boy in front of me, whose name was Jack Gilinsky was talking to me for half an hour about absolutely nothing, when I had to meet to another person.
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"Hey, are those Air Nikes?" He said as he looked down smiling.
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I sighed in annoyance. "Shut the fuck up, I'm trying to sell you drugs, not show you my shoes."
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"Oh c'mon, Keegan. We can be really good friends if you gave me a chance!" He led out his hands.
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I raised my left eyebrow and refused. "You're literally wasting my time. I'm leaving."
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"No, no! Wait!" Jack called after me, and I turned around giving him another chance.
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I walked back to him and folded my arms across my chest as he began to talk. "Keegan, why do you even take drugs?"
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I started laughing as he looked at me confused. "What kind of question is that, dumbass? You also take drugs!"
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"Whatever." He groaned. "I was just trying to make a friendly conversation, but you constantly deny it. Here's the money." He handed me an envelope with cash.
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I smirked and looked at him. "Always nice doing business with you, Jack."
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"See you soon, Keegan." He slightly grinned as he left.