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“Save that shit, Mommas. Handle your business and don’t fix your lips to beg a fuck nigga again.”
don’t give a fuck what that nigga did when y’all broke up, Mommas.”
My exit was interrupted again as he handed over the rest of the wad he’d pulled from his pocket.
“When I said buy yourself something nice, I meant that. Don’t disobey me, Mommas. I hate that shit. If you need your rent paid, use that one.” He pointed to the stack he’d just given me.
“Enjoy your freedom, Mommas. You won’t be free for long.”
“Because I’m not in the business of convincing you. Either
you rolling with a nigga or you not. It’s simple.”
“One thang you can’t be around me is scared, Kiwi. I’m going to test every limit, push every button, and get that shit up out of you every time.”
Though I’d shared a lot, I didn’t feel like I’d overshared. In the last hour and a half, I’d heard so much about the women at the table that I knew I was in good hands. This was a judgment-free zone, a place I loved and would cherish as long as I was allowed in the space.
