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"Oh, man. Ain't I supposed to be the comedian of this relationship?" He laughed some more. "You coming for my job now, or sum'n? 'Cause imma need severance pay." // The kitchen got quiet. She didn't laugh with him. // "You should probably just do it, Meech." // "What?" His smile faltered, searching her face like he missed the punchline of the joke. "Hol' up. You bein' forreal right now?" // "I mean..." She shrugged weakly. "Maybe once we have proof-" // "Proof?" He jerked his head back. "Proof of what, Trin? Of some shit I already know? You gon' trust some random ass stranger's word over mine?" // "They're clearly not some random ass stranger to you."
TO MY SUCKERS OF BLACK LOVE
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