M.I.A
  • Reads 738
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  • Parts 7
  • Time 21m
  • Reads 738
  • Votes 45
  • Parts 7
  • Time 21m
Ongoing, First published Sep 18, 2012
I knew what that meant. Pops was dead. That conversation we had, just a few hours ago was the last time I was going to get the chance talk to him an' I didn't even talk. I was the man of the house now. I had momma to support. "Make me proud, boy." Those words rang through my head every day and every night of my life.
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