“MacArthurrrrrrr…” Freek called his name loud as hell from the front of the house. The moment people learned what his mother named him, they always tried to be funny at his “lover boy ass middle name.” Nobody would have known if it weren’t for Travis. Now many people called him that to be funny. “You not funny,” Daun said, stoned faced, walking outside onto the porch playfully pushing his friend. “What you got on my forty big money?” “These nuts,” Daun retorted, plopping down into one of the chairs. “Fuck you want?” “Wait for Player,” Freek responded, tapping away at his phone. “Where Truck
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