TheGheauxstWriter
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- Parts 4
"Oh, man. Ain't I supposed to be the comedian of this relationship?" He laughed some more. "You coming for my job now, or sum'n? 'Cause imma need severance pay."
The kitchen got quiet. She didn't laugh with him.
"You should probably just do it, Meech."
"What?" His smile faltered, searching her face like he missed the punchline of the joke. "Hol' up. You bein' forreal right now?"
"I mean..." She shrugged weakly. "Maybe once we have proof-"
"Proof?" He jerked his head back. "Proof of what, Trin? Of some shit I already know? You gon' trust some random ass stranger's word over mine?"
"They're clearly not some random ass stranger to you."
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