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Maurice st.patrick

I walked into Leilani's house and I tossed my keys in the key jar. I paced back and forth picking beard. Can't be true. This can't be true.

I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Leilani appeared from the kitchen and she rubs her eyes.

"Baby, what's wrong?" She asked and I look up. I really wanna cry but I can't let her see me like this.

"Baby I...I don't know what to do anymore this is all too much. Why didn't you tell you me?"

"Tell you what Maurice? What's going on"

Well, obviously she doesn't know.

"Do you know a girl named Cynthia? Cynthia Sinclair?"

"Name sounds very familiar. Why?"

"She's your sister"

She started to laugh "what?..who?....I don't have a sister"

I rub my face "I um. She told me and I- god this is hard to explain. Come here"

I grab her hand and sit on her the couch.

"There's a lot to explain. But it's just-" I rub my face and shake my head.

"Maurice why are you-"

"Listen to me okay."

Moments later

"My sister-" Leilani says rubbing her temples

"Yes," I say

"Sis-"

"Yes!"

"Okay first off. I don't believe you. I gotta get answers from my dad. This doesn't make no damn sense Maurice."

"I know, baby I know. But-"

"I gotta go see my dad stay here!" She says and I could tell she was getting angry. She grabbed her keys and left.

I sat back on the couch "shit" I hissed

I sat back on the couch "shit" I hissed

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