Dark. Darkness. "What time is it?" I ask my self as I pick up my phone. I look at my phone. It's a text from daddy keem. The text says," Good morning how are you?" I reply "Good. How's Alex?" "Being a nigger as always." Replied keem. Good good. You want to go out for dinner later? I asked. Suddenly, I Hear a knock from the door down stairs.
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The fault in our keem
RandomA tragic love story about the one and only, Daniel keem.
