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There were a lot of things I could give—a fuck wasn’t one of them.
As I drove, I reflected on the decisions I made to make people think I was the nigga to fuck with. Twenty-eight years I’d traveled around the sun, and I couldn’t recall a single time when I ever gave anyone the opportunity to have me fucked up.
“You ain’t Mems’s responsibility anymore—you’re mine.
“You not only gon’ put up with me, you gon’ love that shit. Tell me we not a couple again, and I’ma duct tape ya pussy lips together.”
I loved her meekness and how she carried herself even when she was upset. I fell in love with her softness, and the absolute fire ass feminine energy she possessed that caused any man to stop and pay attention to her. She was dainty and delicate.
as soon as you see a break of sunlight, you run toward it and don’t ever look back.”
