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June 17 - June 18, 2025
Moving away from the table, I grabbed my gun from my waist and tossed her phone on the floor. Aiming, I shot two bullets into that bitch. "I don't give a fuck. That's the phone you brought, dumbass!" Snarling 'cause her stupid ass had a point. I took her other phone out of my pocket.
"Ight. My wife said not to hurt you, so I won't. Back to my Love & Basketball thing, tho'. She played for a nigga's heart, and you gon' run for your life. You look like a track and field ass nigga. There's a stop sign two blocks down. Make it there before Four hits you with her car, and you'll get to live. If she hits you, then you know what it is."
"Crown, I can't get them off," I huffed. I was pulling so damn hard it felt like I was pulling more of my finger than the damn rings. "They're not meant to come off, silly." "What?" My stomach started to lurch, a nauseating sensation clawing up my throat. "I got our shit custom-made. The only way to take them off is with a key."