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“You are. You’re like an Egyptian god, but you’re so sad. If you were mine, I’d pray over you and deliver you from those demons,” she mumbled. “I’d make you feel safe, and I’d protect you from whatever has you in a chokehold.”
“You better not. That man is a waste of air, and if I see him with his hands on you again, I'm going to murk that nigga and adopt his son,” Nite promised, stroking her cheek. “Take care of yourself, mama.” He pulled away and bopped off as smoothly as he appeared. ◆◆◆
