“Campbell,” I push out, breathing heavy. She stops, face all flushed and puts her hand on her chest. “Who knew you was a gangsta?” I gasp. “That man had me like he was gonna run off with me, but he wasn’t no match for the Campbell Soup!” She giggles, while she’s bent over, panting and all. “I can’t believe I did that!” “Believe it. You whooped a homeless man ass!” Though she’s shaking her head, we’re both laughing. “Girl, you always move like your ass is on fire or just when a homeless dude’s chasin’ you?” “I ran track at my old school. I’m a sprinter.”
