Diverging paths framed by an unbreakable bond. As childhood friends, they dreamt of shared success, but life dealt them separate cards. Separated by circumstance, their connection persists through letters, each missive a lifeline between contrasting...
"Here's a photo; he doesn't really face the camera, so it's more so a side profile." He handed over a photo.
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"Dis is him," DeVante said with a triumphant smile.
"Great! So he's in Pennsylvania now. He's staying with his mother's sister, Paulette." Artie spoke and handed him another photo.
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"How is she treating him?" He asked and observed the photo of the woman.
"He's treated well. He's on the baseball team; he has friends, and his grades are stellar. He's thriving but he does seem a little on edge at times."
"How so?"
"He tends to zone out, and when someone tries to gain his attention, he looks scared, terrified at times." The young man rubbed his chin in thought.
He'd known Lil Johnnie for years, and he was never like that. So whatever went down that night or whatever he'd witnessed on his journey to PA had to have scared him.
"I appreciate that, Artie." He shook the man's hand.
"Pleasures mine, Don. Thank you for the opportunity." He smiled and gathered his things.
"I'll be sure to hit you up again soon."
"Tig ain't gonna believe this shit." He said looking down at the photos and information on his lap.
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