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This was my mother’s funeral, and I couldn’t concentrate because I kept looking at Capone. This nigga had the nerve to pull out a handkerchief from his suit pocket and dab his eyes like he was crying. When he saw me staring, he laughed and flipped his middle finger at me discreetly. He was fucking with me, and even though I would never admit it to anybody, I was fucking nervous.
When you found your one, you needed to treat them the way they deserved to be treated.