Cool.
There’s no such thing as happy endings.
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SING!!! SING MOTHER****ER, SING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I blindly reached out for my cell phone which was vibrating on my table and picked it up.
“Hello?” I croaked.
“You just got up, eh?” I heard my good friend’s voice on the line.
“Ya think?” I groaned, and rolled onto my stomach, “What’s up?”
Lakeisha giggled, “Oh, nothing!”
“Spill it, Keisha. You’re up to something.”
She laughed, “Oh, fine. The girls and I were wondering if you wanted to go muck around at our usual spot, ya know?” I closed my eyes and mentally scanned through my schedule for today.
“What time y’all going?” I murmured, massaging my jaw. It was somehow aching.
“I’ll come pick you up at about 7 p.m. Oh, and Deejay’s bringing her cousin and from what I hear, he’s pretty fine!” I chuckled, “Fine?”
“Yea, girl! You white girl, need to learn a bit of ghetto, ‘ight?” she laughed into the phone. “Oh, right. Yeah, well. I’ll see you tonight then.”
“Ciao!”
The line went dead.
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