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Amina Jackson 23 Miami, Florida
"Aye but Mina I found his sister." Snipper said shaking his head lighting the blunt only to look at my belly and put it out.
"Looka you finding common sense." I mugged looking at him as he sucked his teeth walking to the kitchen.
"Where she at?" I asked as I watched him get something out the cabinet.
"I got someone outside her dorm. Bones go to her dorm drop money off and food. I guess she didn't wanna leave school." He shrugged walking into the living room handing me a bag of hot chips, a pickle and some am cheese.
I looked over at him with big eyes as he shook his hips head.
"Don't be on that crybaby shit bruh." He sucked his teeth sitting on his favorite chair.
"I can't wait till you throw that old ass chair in the garbage on bro I think Moby Dick nutt still on that chair." I joke as he mugged me.
I stuck a hot chip in my pickle then dipped it in cheese. My phone vibrated in my lap I sucked my teeth and picked up the phone.
"House of class you can kiss my black ass how my I help you?" I spoke rolling my eyes.
"Mina I'm not about to play with you bruh!" Lees voice echoed through the phone. "You knew I was bringing these nigglets why you left!"
"Did you heat what you just said? You were bringing my nigglets I don't want them back yet. They want uncle lee so uncle lee is whom they will get." I chuckled. "Aye ima cash app you though buy my kids some nuggets and tell Ava to call her bitch ass daddy."
I hung the phone up just in time for sniper to burst out laughing.
"Not you running off on the plug." He laughed. "You know not to play with me I'll put they ass on your porch and drive off. Text yo ass your package arrived."
"You ever leave my kids on the porch and your mother will get a package." I smiled tilting my head. "Pieces of her son will arrive."
My phone rang again this time it was pooter.
"What's up certified Crip!" I chuckled as I heard the kids asking him a thousand and one question.
"Bruh come get these demons!" He spoke through gritted teeth.
"Damn what they did to you?" I asked.
"Bruh Izzy just asked me if I knew Harriet Tubman." He spoke looking at the ceiling.
"What?" I scrunched my eyebrows trying not to laugh.
