The raspy voice came out of nowhere as he turned around to see a woman dressed in baggy cargo pants that flare out with thick, black boots with metal buckles and zippers all around. A black, knitted halter top in the shape of butterfly wings went across her chest and a headwrap that spun around her forehead like bread, holding her short locs that barely came to her chin. She had a beautiful, dark complexion that I envied and midnight hooded eyes that took a sharp downward turn against her face. Her lips, plump, round and raw in its two toned complexion with the top being darker than the
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