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start, Miss Sky? I can't be cooped up too long with this outfit on. This thing's made for watchin'."
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    "It started at ten thirty, so we're about an hour late.
    We don't wanna be the first ones there, anyway. We gotta make an entrance," Sky adds.
    "Who givin' it?" Parade questions.
    "Donna. She throwin' it at her mom's house in DC," Sky answers.
    "Uuuggh. You know she fucks with Silver's cousin, right?" I ask Sky. "I can't stand them crooks."
    "I was thinking the same thing, girl," Parade says.
    "I hope Silver and them ain't comin' either. They start too much shit."
    "Girl, who gives a fuck if Silver and them comin' or not?" Sky says. "Silver and them are caked up. And somebody in your position shouldn't be choosy anyway, Parade. If you were smart you'd be tryin' to fuck with one of them. You always hatin,' throwin' monkey wrenches in shit," Sky continues.
    She comes down on Parade hard as cold dog shit all the time. If me or Miss Wayne said something about it every time she did it, we'd never get along. Plus, Sky doesn't have to hang with any of us, but she does.
    Besides, she's the only one in the group with a car. I mean, everybody knows that I fuck for money, Miss Wayne is a faggy and Parade ain't the cutest thing, but she never cuts us off.
    "Well, I hope they don't come in and fuck shit up either," Miss Wayne interjects. "At least not before I meet my new baby daddy. Plus, I'm still mad at them for robbin' me."
    "You ain't got no proof they did it," Sky says.
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    "No proof?" Miss Wayne repeats as he moves his hands back and forth in disbelief. He is so extra, but it's always funny to see. "No proof? Bitch, Markee's young ass dropped his school ID on my living room floor. What more proof I need, chile? I woulda called the cops if all that shit wasn't stolen anyway." Girlfriend is so funny. That is his way of takin' some of the heat off Parade and puttin' it on himself. He's always there for her. Car or not, Sky don't give us half of the shit she gives Parade. And you can get Miss Wayne wrong if you want to, but he's liable to stab you.
    He's the only faggy in the neighborhood the niggas tolerate.
    Miss Wayne once slashed a nigga's face for calling him a faggy in front of his mamma after he sucked his dick the day before. Once he did that shit, he gained respect from the dudes around the way. He did it because he thinks faggies are stupid, and he'll tell you quick, "I'm far from stupid, darling." But try askin' him what's the difference between being gay and being a faggy and you'll be even more confused. Although he hates outsiders to call him a faggy, I've heard him use it with the few gay guys he hangs around. I guess it's like the word nigga among blacks. Some people simply can't use it. Miss Wayne ain't no small dude either. He's real light-skinned and looks more like a body builder than anything else.
    Sound okay? Well, imagine a body builder in pumps and a spandex dress with a purse. Exactly! But I fucks with him 'cuz he keeps it real.
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    The party is crowded and you can barely move while the stereo rattles the windows throughout the house. People are poppin' and I am tryin' to scope the room to see who I can get mine from.
    "Girl, this shit is terrible. We shoulda went to club Love," Parade says.
    "I hate Love. This all right, girl. You gotta get some liquor up in you, that's all." I'm kickin' it with Parade when just as I suspected, Silver and his friends walk in and they are already startin' shit.
    "You see 'em, right?" Parade asks.
    "Yeah, girl. Damn, we can't neva go nowhere without them being around," I cosign.
    "It's these neighborhood shindigs. We gotta branch out and stop hangin' with people 'round our way." Parade is talking but I am not listening because I'm tryin' to see who came in with Silver and them. They are already spread out and lookin' for shit to get