Deshea Surratt

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“Swear to God, Phoenix, you better not let your dick get in the way.” He takes a cigarette out of the pack and lights it. “I don’t give a shit how hot she is. Do not fuck this girl until you graduate.”  “It’s Lennon Michael.”  Instantly, whatever concern he had fades, and he laughs. “Never mind then.”  Exactly. There’s no way I’d ever fuck that girl.  Not only is she not my type, I now know she’s going to be a pain in the balls to deal with.  I turn back to the mic. “Let’s go, asshole.”
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