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face and huge titties, her buttocks were as flat as Monday’s newspaper.
    “Yeah, she lacking in that area for sure,” Rasim admitted. “God must’ve put too much up top and didn’t have nothing left for the bottom. But leave that girl alone, Chance. She seems nice.”
    Brooklyn and Chance paused before both of them erupted into laughter. They performed as if they were in their own room and could make as much noise as they wanted.
    “You feeling Pancakes, huh?” Brooklyn joked.
    “I’m not saying that,” he frowned. “All I’m saying is that she ‘aight and to leave her alone. You mothafuckas always go too far and shit.”
    “Okay, but if you want to fuck her just remember she’s wearing these,” Brooklyn said raising a pair of big panties.
    Rasim walked over to him, grabbed the yellow bloomers and swung them around. Thinking the shit was hysterical, Brooklyn and Chance did the same thing by grabbing other pairs. They resembled Jamaicans at a party waving flags in the air.
    They were in full fool mode when Snow entered and paused at the doorway. When she saw them laughing at her expense with her drawers in their hands, her heart dropped to her belly. She couldn’t believe the sight and the embarrassment caused her face to itch.
    Trying to understand what she’d done so wrong, her eyes rolled over Brooklyn and her things that sat on the floor. When she considered him long enough, she observed Chance whose eyes were as wide as the gateway to hell. But when she looked at Rasim, she was devastated. The disappointed mien she wore let Rasim know how deeply he hurt her feelings. And it fucked with him too.
    In a panic, she dodged out of the room, crying the whole way.
     
    ****
     
    Rasim looked all over Strawberry Meadows before he finally found Snow sitting in the Movie Room. It was the place the staff played VHS tapes on the weekends for those who didn’t have passes to go home. Or families to go home to.
                  Snow was sitting on the sofa with her thighs pressed against her body. Her forehead rested on her knees as she sobbed quietly.
    Since the radio was playing, Rasim figured she turned it on to conceal her weeping.
                  As he stood over top of her, he struggled with what to say. He didn’t even know the chick and had no idea why he was so concerned. But he moved closer anyway and sat next to her.
                  At first Snow thought the person sitting down was just another boy who had taken an interest in her. She raised her head and was surprised that it was Rasim instead, seeing as how he was so damn mean. Still, she scooted away from him, closer to the arm of the couch. Taking a moment to wipe her tears with the ball of tissue clutched in her hand, she rested her head back on her knees.
                  “You ‘aight?” Rasim asked looking over at her.
                  She nodded on her knees.
                  “Then why you crying?”
                  She shrugged.
                  Damn! Why she gotta be so fucking weird? He thought.
                  “Look, I’m sorry about that shit in your room just now. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings and stuff.”
                  Finally, she looked directly into his eyes. At that moment, Rasim thought he was looking at another chick because he had never been so close to her face before. His heart rate sped up as he examined her features. Her skin was fair and she was saucer-eyed, allowing him to see the hazel hue of her irises. She was more beautiful up close and Rasim was gone.
    Suddenly his tongue fluttered around in his mouth as he boxed with what to say next. “I…I didn’t mean to get you upset.”
    She wiped her tears with the sleeve of her t-shirt. “Then why did you?”
    Wow! Even her voice is pretty, he thought. She should use it more.
    Her tone was breathy like Marilyn Monroe’s and he hadn’t expected