D'Anthony Carlos has skated through life always being protected. When you're related to the biggest drug cartel in the DMV you gotta be protected. When all of your uncles are the most feared and respected you automatically garner the same attention...
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Kissing is a means of getting two people so close together that they can't see anything wrong with each other. In that moment I looked past all the things I once did not like about him. His character flaws suddenly became attributes that made him him. And in that moment I realized I didn't really know him. Not enough to judge him at least. Who made me God when it came to him? Who was I to judge? -Z.D.
I hit enter posting it to my blog then logging out. I shut my laptop looking at Nubia who is twirling around to a Jidenna song in the living room of her apartment. Suddenly she stops then looks at me. "I almost forgotttt," she drags out looking at me with an evil grin. "I saw a little somebody on the dance floor popping that back and making out with D'Anthony at her Delta event." Nubia bounced her brows up as I bury my head in my hand. "Don't be ashamed now," Nubia says flying onto the couch beside me.
"Who?!" Sahara asks with attitude nearly snapping her neck as she looks at me..
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"Who else? This one," Nubia says pointing at me. "They were making love in the club," she says grinding the air.
Sahara hops down from the kitchen counter stepping into the living room. "Not even 2 hours before that event you were calling me crying about what he said and how you were done with your little stupid plan. What the hell happened?!" She asks with a hand on her hip.
