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here. The bus came to a stop at a red light, a few passengers got off, as he looked around peeping the scenery he spotted a Kroger grocery store with a ‘Now Hiring’ sign and said to himself; shit, it won’t hurt! As he hurried and exited before the light turned green.
                  Once inside, he applied for the overnight stock position stocking shelves, cashier, and bagging groceries. As he waited at the bus stop, he said to himself, fuck all that getting dressed up, coming up here to check on my application shit. If they wanna hire me, they can get the number off the app and call me.
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                  Slick and his girl were riding down Old National Highway in his 2014 Rolls Royce Phantom Ghost with the top down on their way to Lennox mall to do a lil’ mid-day shopping when he passed her the bottle of peach Ciroc they been sippin’ on. She turned up the volume as her favorite song ‘Drunk in Love’ by Beyoncé came on the radio. She sung the verse, placing her hand on his leg and slowed eased in on up to his belt buckle.
                  “What the hell you got goin’ on?” he asked, being sarcastic, but already knew what was about to go down. Turning up to her favorit e song, she unbuckle his belt, unbuttoned his pants and let down his zipper. He then leaned towards him, licked him in the ear, before going down, kissing and licking all around the tip of his dick prior to sticking it in her mouth. His body shook from the feeling of her warm mouth wrap around him. He grabbed the back of her head
                  “Slick! Slick!!” his roommate yelled standing over him shaking the bed attempting to wake him up. “What? What, my nigga, damn?!”
                  “Time to eat breakfast, homie,” his roommate said, but he continue laying there as his roommate left the room saying to himself out loud, “Somehow, someway I’ve gotta get the fuck up outta here!”
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                  It was the first of the month and about 80% of the people who smoked were guaranteed to get a check of some type. So all the local dope boys got up at the crack of dawn to hit the block, including Smoke and Dre. The moment they saw the two Hispanic guys turn into the complex driving the Altima, and turn again at the first intersection that they came to, Smoke said,
    “Maniac must gotta attitude; we ain’t heard from that nigga in a few days, dawg.”
    “He mad we won’t rob those migos with him, but he keep telling us they’re a sweet lick, if they’re that sweet, he shoulda been laid they’re asses down the first day he saw them. Ya’ feel me, homie?” said Dre and they both laughed as Smoke replied.
    “Come on, homie, you know I feel ya. I just wish--,” and then he was interrupted when his phone began to ring from a number he didn’t recognize. “This gotta be money!” He answered and heard an automated voice.
    “Hello. You have a collect call from Sean Bradley, an inmate at the Clayton County jail. To accept this call press one, to reject this call press--,” instantly, he pressed one and they were connected. Slick didn’t waste a second snapping on Smoke.
    “What the hell you and Dre broke ass got goin’ on?”
    “We on the block tryna get it up; it’s the first of the month…and who the fuck you calling broke, dawg?” Smoke replied angrily as Slick’s statement got to him.
    “Both of y’all niggas, as a matter of fact, put me on speakerphone so he can hear this too.” Smoke put the phone on speaker and he continued. “Like I said, both of y’all niggas broke and broke minded. Y’all muthafuckers rather hit the block with nicks and dimes instead of tryna get some real money. I bet if both of y’all put y’all money together that shit won’t add up to thousand dollars, and y’all stay talkin’ about-”
    “Hold on, hold on, hold on,” Dre uttered rudely butting in on Slick. “Fuck you got an