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“When you truly, truly love someone, Milo, it doesn’t just die.
“Broken fingers are no fun. As a physician, please trust me on this. Touch her door, my nigga, and you’ll be forced to figure out how to straighten each one on your right hand as you wait for paramedics arrival.”
“I’ma spin and spin and spin again until you get it through that thick ass skull of yours.”
“So, yes, I deserve your fine ass. Niggas haven’t and aren’t willing to put in the work I am to secure my spot. And furthermore, I’m not concerned with what the fuck they’re willing to do unless it’s lay down behind it because I’m willing to end a motherfucker ’bout you. I’m down bad and I ain’t afraid to admit it.”
“Because, in the end, it’s my feelings that’ll be hurt. You’re obsessed with the idea of having me, but not the idea of the work it requires to get and keep me. That’s a problem.
“Listen to me, bro. Let that shit go. I’m giving you permission. I’m begging you. Let it go. If you don’t, you’ll wake up in old age with your mind intact, wishing you’d lost your shit because it would make your loneliness make sense.
“Good, now tell that nigga to quit texting your phone before I put him in the trunk of that bitch,” he grunted, pulling me down onto his chest where I rested my head. “Go to sleep.”
“You see me every day, Nature, but you don’t see a nigga, for real. You got ya guard up and shit. Not letting a nigga get at you like I want to. So, when I ask if you miss me, I mean, bend your ass over the console miss me. Arch your back, miss me. Get on all fours, miss me. Suck my dick, miss me. Spread them fucking legs and let me eat that shit, miss me. Sit on my face, miss me. Ride this dick, miss me.”
“Pursuing me doesn’t mean falling into a routine because we’re used to each other or because we have history. You messed up, yet I feel like I’ve been doing all the repairing. Pursuing me means actively going for me, showing me, without a doubt, that I’m the one person you want, need, and yearn for. Not once, Milo, can you actually say that you have.
“Milo.” “May the best man win, Nay.”
“Understand that I’ll knock a hundred niggas out if they’re standing in my path to you. So, if you want to save me my good hand, stick to what you know best, Nay. Me.”
“Listen, my nigga, it’s best you stay away from that one ’cause I’m pulling up every time ’bout it. That pussy there, it belongs to me and I’ma suck and fuck that motherfucker until the death of me. You feel me? Unless you ready to lay down ’bout it, then I suggest you keep it pushing, partner. These are problems you and any nigga you run with want to run from. Understand?”
“Don’t play with me, Nay. I better be down there, catching my daughter in nine months.”
“That’s the first and last nigga. If I need to put his eye on a billboard to warn niggas what time it is, then I will.”
“If Nature wants her nigga’s dick, then Nature gets her nigga’s dick. No matter the place… no matter the time… no matter the situation… it’s yours to have.”
“You a bitch, nigga,” Lawe whispered in my ear. “Handle this shit like a G, nigga. Stand up. Chin up! Bending over like you done dropped your fucking soap.”
