“Last night I came home, and she was in the living room eating snacks and crying watching a movie… loud as shit by the way. I didn’t pay attention to the crumbs I’m sure was on the couch or the volume of the TV, I was more concerned about why she was fucking crying… I don’t like that shit.” Kora smiled as she pushed the box back onto the shelf. “You like her, Mav.” “I still don’t know why the fuck she was crying and the shit still bothering me. Then she don’t want to tell me because this is business.”
