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Jahquel J.
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September 29 - October 4, 2025
That was the hardest part of losing someone. You longed to hear them again, knowing that you wouldn’t.
“You not losing either of them. Quasim just being fucking dramatic. That nigga owe me like ten stacks because I won a bet… his ass better not die.”
“Meer ain’t going anywhere … he pissy as hell. They not letting him through the pearly gates smelling like that.”
“We’re Infernos, we walk through the fire and come out unscathed.”
“Time to send her with her cousin.”
“Doubt burns… we don’t.”
“B, just because I’m a dentist doesn’t mean that I’m not skilled in any of this… Hassan ain’t the only doctor around this bitch.”
Do you know how comfortable and safe a man had to make you feel for you to completely let go? I couldn’t tell you what something cost, or what gas my car or bikes took because Meer handled it all. I never saw the hospital bill after having Rayce, because it was handled. Everything in my life was handled because that man put me in this place I had never been before. Fuck soft girl era.
He put me in my secure girl era. A place where I felt safe, seen, and secured.
“Hoe, is you a fucking wizard?” I nearly screamed, trying to understand what the fuck just happened. How the fuck did we come through this door, and everything was completely different? I felt like I stepped into a Granger novel with a talking cat named Quan.
Baby Bop is pregnant, too, right?” Me and Corleon both looked at Menace as he stared between us, confused, with a serious expression on his face. “Her name is fucking Blair, Menace!”
“We never count favors over here… we family, King.”
We were two people wrapped in love, pain, and trust that you didn’t find twice in this lifetime. A trust that scared most people, but not us.
“The throne ain’t cold no more, the king is inferno and heat rises.”
“That’s cause yo ass is crazy… crazy understand crazy.”
“I have too much money… said no one ever.”
“We lived to blow another head off.”
“Welcome back, King.”
Pain had to occur so you could see how good things could get, and so you could appreciate them. We often became so accustomed to the good, that we became ungrateful for things.
“Motherhood looks beautiful on you, my love.”
