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“Nah, I’m promising you that if that nigga ain’t gone within ten minutes, I’m pulling up, and we’ll improv from there.” Beep beep beep “Op,” she snickered, looking at the phone. Nite hung up on her. “Shit, let me get Aaron the hell out of here before they fuck my house up.”
Lucid Dreams
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