Chapter 3, seeing her again

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Marshall-

I sit at my kitchen table, drinking Mountain Dew, and pouring over a pad of paper. Rhyming is natural for me. I'm like the fucking new Dr. Suess. My phones rings, and I sigh, get up halfway, and take my phone out of my back pocket. I flip it open, and yes I still have a fucking flip phone. Fuck, how the hell am I going to be able to figure out an IPhone when I can't even figure out a computer? 

"Hello?" I say into the phone.

"Marshall, "I hear the voice on the other end say, " That new song you wrote, I thought it was very offensive Why, I mean, what would fuckin' possess you to say that about someone?"

It's my mother.

"Ma," I say," How many fucking times do I have to tell you that what I write I write okay? Goodbye." I slam my phone shut, and slam it on the table.

 I rub my eyes, I'm so f-ing tried today. Hailie, Aliana , and Whitney are with Kim this week, I get next week. I talked to my girls last night, they were fine, said they were happy 'cause Kim was renting a movie. I really have nothing to do today. Dre and Snoop are flying back to  California, 50 to Connecticut. I think about that girl I met yesterday. Camillo? Comallo? No, it was Camilla, I remember. She was shy, but different. She didn't try to have me fuck her, she didn't try to show off her boobs, nothing. I mean, her tits were like HOLY FUCKING SHIT! 

And when I say that  mean big.

I decide to take a walk in downtown, Detroit. I get in my car, and drive calmly to downtown. I am a true dare devil, not going to walk with a bodyguard in Detroit. Last time I did that I got a broken nose, because someone through themselves on top of me.

I park on the street, in front of a Starbucks and walk down streets.

Then, I see a woman a few feet in front of me. I mean there's tons of women on the street, but she sticks out the most, even though she's in regular clothing.

It's Camilla.

"Hey!" I shout, and she turns around, scared, like I'm going to fucking punch her.

Then, she see's me and a smile plays on her face. She waves me over, and I walk over, unsure if it was a safe thing to do for the both of us.

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