𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓

𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫.

𝐙𝐲𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫
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    𝐁𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝
(𝐒𝐨𝐥)

"Nigga, the fuck is you talking about?" I looked at Teeno.

"Oh my god, imma' say it one mo' time. Y'all ever be fucking and yo' dick just go soft outta nowhere then harden back up?" He held his hands out.

Slim busted out laughing, "yo' ass need to go to a doctor that shit ain't normal."

"Don't tell nobody else yo' dick do that bruh." I shook my head.

"Real talk, don't tell nobody else.. but yo' doctor."

"Mann." He huffed, shifting back on the couch. "Imma just ask Google." He reached for his phone.

I kept rolling the blunt ready to smoke.

"Aye sol." Slim called to me.

"What?"

"You ever get that girl number from the park? Her ass was hella fat."

"Nah, but how you gon' ask did I get her number so I can fuck with her then gon say her ass fat?" I stale faced him.

He just shrugged.

"Sharing is caring." Rosco slurred from the other side of the room.

We all just stared at him. "Nah we don't do that shit," Slim shook his head.

Exactly how that nigga got HIV now.

"Who y'all talking about?" Teeno asked.

"Remember when we was at them apartments at the basketball court and some girl started yelling at us?"

"Yea."

"Her."

"Damn... I miss Leah."

I shook my head, grabbing my lighter. "Nigga missing a female who bleached half his wardrobe, shame."

"They been fucking with each other for three years now, leave 'em alone," Slim laughed.

"She only did that because she was mad at me, she said sorry."

"She said sorry then went and got fucked the same night," I said, then inhaled deeply.

I knew this shit wasn't gon' get me high but I was bored.

"We both cheated on each other, even steven."

"Well she in a relationship now, so it's time for you to move on bro." Slim told him. Shaking his shoulder, I nodded agreeing.

"I'on want to tho'."

"What you gon' do? Go to her momma house?" I passed the blunt to Slim.

"Shit I should, I seen her post on Instagram yesterday in my jersey."