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“Probably.”

I followed him toward the back.

Frozo knew damn near everything about me.

Heather.

Avery.

Random bitches whose names I didn’t even remember anymore.

That was my nigga. I ain’t have to dress shit up with him.

He knew Heather was pregnant too.

What he didn’t know was everything.

“How Heather doing?” he asked.

“Getting on my fucking nerves.”

“When she due?”

“Two weeks.”

“Damn.”

He shook his head.

“Nigga, I still can’t believe you having a baby on Samantha with her fucking cousin.”

I sucked my teeth.

“Man, Carter mine too.”

Frozo stopped walking.

I kept going another two steps before realizing he wasn’t beside me anymore.

I turned.

This nigga was staring at me.

“Carter who?”

“Avery’s kid.”

“No, my nigga.” He held up his hand. “I know who the fuck Carter is. I’m asking you to repeat the dumb shit you just said.”

I laughed.

“Carter mine.”

His mouth dropped open.

“Nigga!”

“Why you yelling?”


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