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She might be a hard-headed little headache, but she was my headache and I had given her my word that I was going to protect her.
“The good thing is, you don’t have to come from love to have it, Mekhi,” she asserted.
“Some days I do. Some days I think about everything I ain’t learned yet, and I don’t want nobody drinking from me when I’m still a cracked cup.”
“Way you had me in there on that preppy shit, you better be more than alive. I’m slutting you out tonight, Little Thug. Fucking you ‘til you hoarse from screaming. Gotta earn my street cred back.”
“My head is the only part of me that ain’t gone right now. Because my heart, my soul? They’re in the hands of that lunatic.”
“My baby got my baby?”

