#stack.

Well, he can’t stop eyein’ her neck. The color’s off again, caked over. She bruised up under that. Did she get it worse while he was gone? Smoke ain’t run his mouth, but they mighta crossed ways.

And it’s a look at her lily white ass that’d get him whipped easy when they was a nobody down south. Stack lights up a smoke. Talking to her? Now, that’s like raping her and getting away with it, ain’t it. Down there, she’d be fine art. Here, her value’s not even as good as his.

So whatever she think she saw,

❛ Don’ look too long. I charge by the second. ❜