❝ 𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖎𝖉𝖓'𝖙 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊. 𝖍𝖊 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖉𝖎𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖆 𝖜𝖆𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖑𝖊𝖋𝖙 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖛𝖔𝖎𝖈𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖉. ❞ SCHIZOPHRENIC CONVERSATIONS is a Black southern gothic psychological romance set inside a Louisiana mental asylum - where grief grows teeth, love becomes its own kind of psychosis, and the line between haunting and hallucination has never been thinner.

......𝘐𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘵

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"Cain, if you can't leave the streets for me and our baby, then me and you, we're done." I pointed between the two of us as tears streamed down my face and he bit his lip, looking down at the floor before he looked back up into my eyes. "Aight." "Shit over then, babygirl."

"Halima just called me." She spoke up, talking about my sister. "She said your mom wanted to talk to me." "Oh yeah.." I trailed off, thinking about what my brother had just told me. "She wun' see you and Mya." I told her, already knowing what it was my mama wanted from her. "Yeah, I know. We just talked." She spoke surely as I licked my lips slowly, waiting for what she was going to say next. I already knew she wasn't feeling it. "It's just-" "I don't want to go down there and you-" She started but stopped as I waited for her to speak. "-you get involved with them again." She spoke truthfully, saying shit that I already knew she would. I already knew she was gone bring that shit up. She always do. "I don't trust Delante or any of your stupid ass friends because they are only interested in taking you backwards, Cain." "And I'm not going for that again." "I'm not." She spoke seriously and I sighed deeply, really used to hearing this shit already. "We're at a better place in our lives and I'm not playing those street games anymore."

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