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twenty-five;

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ski.

I went downstairs to see Arizoné cooking in just a flannel and shorts. "Good morning," I said as I gave her a once-over.

"Hey Ski. I made you breakfast."

"For me?"

"Yeah. If I'm your bestfriend, I'm gonna do things like this for you. I'm just that bitch," she said as she flipped her hair.

"Girl, whatever."

"I actually just made breakfast for four people. Y'know, my favorites."

"Who?"

"You, Jahseh, Pump, and myself."

"What about Jakhayla?"

"She got Wifi for that."

"Damn, okay." I grabbed plates and made one for myself, Jah, and Ari. Onnat hubby material, you heard? Everything that was left for Pump, Ari just wrote his name on it and left it.

We walked upstairs with our plates to Jahseh's room to bother him. "Jah."

"What nigga? I'm sleep."

"Not if you're talking to me."

"Shut the fuck up."

"Well, I guess you don't want this food Ari made," I said, turning around. This nigga sat up quick then. I handed him the plate, and he snatched it.

"You're welcome," Ari and I said in unison.

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I know, I promised that I would make longer chapters, it's just that it's kinda hard. This book wasn't meant to be taken seriously anyways. Sorry, I'm trying though.