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"Never did they go back to Dallas", I say eating some ice cream.
"Hell yeah. They said it's too cold up here and they wanted to start fresh...they wanted to be legit. They didn't want to be involved in any illegal activity anymore", Mack replies.
"I miss Micah and Three though. They were so funny, but I'm glad they're legit now....why don't you be legit?"
"Because this is where I make all my money."
"You can do more stuff besides selling drugs. Black people making money doesn't always have to be by selling drugs, rapping, or playing ball."
"What you expect me to do Olivia? I can't go to college; that's way out the window. I'm not goin get job that pays minimum wage. Why downgrade when I got all the money right in front of me?"
"All this money isn't gonna be worth it if you're dead or in jail."
"Whatever, you don't get it."
"Make me understand Mack. This drug empire of yours isn't worth it."
"Oh and killing people is? You chose to make your money by killing people, just like how I chose to make my money by selling drugs."
"Well if you don't mind me asking, how does Dyara feel about this?"
"She doesn't like it. She wants me to get out the game, but obviously I'm not, so she deals with it. She don't really complain."
"You're turning into Jet all over again."
"What you mean?"
"What I said. You don't care what happens, as long as you make your money. It's like ion even know you anymore. You're a complete replica of Jet."
"THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?! I MAKE MY MONEY. THIS IS ALL ME. ION EVEN KNOW WHY YOU TRIPPIN. JET WOULD'VE BEEN PROUD OF ME."
"BUT WHERE IS JET NOW HUH? IN THE GROUND RIGHT NEXT TO G. IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT HUH? IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?"
"Ian about to go through this with you", he says getting up.
"No, you goin sit up here and talk to me."
"Ian gotta do shit."
"That's how you wanna be....fine I'll leave", I say grabbing my purse.
"That's fine with me. Get your shit and get the fuck out my face."
"First off, ion know who you talking to, but you NOT talking to me", I say getting in his face.
"Fuck out my face. You ain't goin do shit."
"Try it Mack..I want you to."
"Is everything ok?", Dyara asks, looking at us.
"Yes everything is fine. I was just leaving", I reply.
"You sure? It sounded like y'all were argu-
