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➳𝐙𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐡➳

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➳𝐙𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐡➳

"Why you homeless bastards always up in my shit?" I ask as they all walk in my room disruptively.

"Shut up." Shooter sits next to me and plugs his phone up.

"Whatchu doin?" Duce kneels in front of my bed watching me.

"Mailing my brother stuff." I say sprinkling the tobacco in one of the envelopes.

Cigarettes and phones hella expensive in jail so I mail him it, he pays whoever's on mail to let it get by, and he sells it.

"What if you go to jail one day?" Patty Cake asks.

"I'm not, I know what I'm doing." I weigh it and make sure it's not too much then keep filing it.

"Zee, I know I say it a lot but I'm gone be yo step daddy soon enough." He says.

"Stop fantasizing about my momma you weirdo. You could never handle ha no way." I throw my flip flop at his head.

"Yea we gone have ta fight fa Ms Lafonda." Dean licks his lips.

"Ms. Lafonda don't want neither one of y'all dusty lil boys, she want a real nigga, like me." Nubs says sitting on my floor.

"She don't want nun ah you niggas, stop hitting on my momma." I mug all of them.

"Youn see dis beard growing in? Lafonda like niggas with beards don't she?" Dean rubs his lil patchy piece of beard.

"Boy please, look like you glued somebody coochie hair on ya chin." I scrunch my face up.

"Mane you a hater." He smacks his teeth.

"I been tryna tell y'all, all that girl do is hate." Patty Cakes says.

"Fuck you." I close the envelope and grab another.

Hebrew busts in my room making us all look at him.

"Momma said if she smell y'all smokin weed she beatin everybody ass." He cusses.

"Get out ma room lil boy fa I tell her whatchu just said." I say making him roll his eyes and walk away.

"CLOSE MY DOOR!" I shout which he ignores.

"Thank you Duce." I tell her after she does it.

"Y'all hear dat?" Shooter jumps up.

We listen closely and hear the ice cream truck.

"Bro get me a mango Lucas and that SpongeBob icicle." I tell him.

"Aight." He slides in his shoes and they all rush out.

I take a break to pick my phone up and check my notifs. I got a new text I click on.

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