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HOODLIFE CRISIS. | ANJELIA'S POV DATE | TIME :TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 13th 2022 | 11:27 PM. LOCATION : DAVID'S CRIB, SUGAR HILL.
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"I WANT BANANAS though, dd." my voice drags in a whine slightly as i pull the covers up to my shoulders, shivering from the cold air coming into the room. "i kno' mami. you wanna go down tha block to get em?" david's voice is hoarse, gentle, and tired all in one as he rummages through his bedside table with his back towards me.
wordlessly i roll twice towards him from my side of his bed, stopping abruptly when my tummy presses against his back. i peer around him to watch as he pushes colorful zip lock baggies out the way to find the one he wants to smoke tonight, i hum in disagreement as i shake my head gently.
when he finally finds the purple zip lock, he snaps it open and pulls out three decently sized nuggets, placing them on his rolling tray. "i don't wanna go." i mumble with a small voice, stretching my back slightly making my voice sound strained. after putting the baggy back in the drawer he looks down at me, watching as i wrap my arms around his torso and rest my head against his side.
"okay.." he trails off, his hand cupping the side of my face gently. "how about tomorrow afta' school we go to the smoke shop an' i'll get you some bananas?" i think for a second before nodding wordlessly, tightening my grip slightly as he starts to roll a blunt.
