So I said to her conversationally, friendly
"So you agreed with him that your pussy wasn't about shit. And as long as you don't find out in the future, he can still have side pieces of pussy cause your shit ain't quite cuttin it. That about right?"
She looked me in the eyes like she usually did and I started noticing her eyes getting rheumy,
"Don't you do this to me Special K? You start cryin while talking with me as a Black man and we're in this ICU? You know how these other medical staff are? They're going to generate some serious gossip. I need this gig Special K. Come on we're just talkin that's all like we do."
"I'm sorry. For some reason, I'm a mess. And that fuckin hurt man. That fuckin hurt.'...
(Peace! More to come...)
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