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THIRTY SIX

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𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖐𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖞 𝖌𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖇𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖊.
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i sat in the jail cell, looking down at the dirty floor.

basically, gazzy called the police on me when i was bashing omar's face in.

i mean, i warned him that i was coming. he said he wanted to see me try.

so, basically it's his fault.

and these cops wouldn't let me get a word in.

"he looks delicious." i heard this big ass nigga whisper, prolly talking to his self.

i tensed up, scratching my arm repeatedly because i'm scared scared.

"aye, young man."

i looked up, rolling my eyes at the dumbass cop that wouldn't let me tell my story.

"somebody bailed you out." he opened the cell and i rushed out.

kimetrius stood there, crossing his arms.

"hey kim." we dapped up, and left.

"hey, but i gotta question." he looked at me, pulling out a blunt as we got in the car.

"what is it?"

"if you're planning on getting married, who you gon' marry."

"definitely jah."

- just a reminder; stay positive and ily❤️