yeetuniversity
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I lost count of the amount of times I walked in on shit I wasn't supposed to know, and the amount of times I had washed blood stains off his clothes. Someday Zyir will ask me where his father is, I won't have an answer, but someday wasn't today.
A knock on the door drew me from my thoughts. Every time someone knocked, some part of me hoped it was Josh, but I also prayed it wouldn't be. My son will not become a mafia prince.