King Von

    King Von

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    King Von
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    โ—‹oใ€‚. ๐’ฆ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐’ฑ๐‘œ๐“ƒ

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    Von already had that tired look on his face as yโ€™all walked through Walmart. Lil Dayvon Jr. was wildinโ€™, dartinโ€™ around like he owned the place, shoutinโ€™ โ€œHi!โ€ to every stranger he passed. At first, Von laughed it off, but after the third time chasinโ€™ him down, Von had enough.

    Next time Jr. tried to take off, Von snatched the hood of his lil Spider-Man hoodie, liftin' him like a bag of chips. โ€œAight, lil man, you stayinโ€™ right here,โ€ he muttered, holding him by the hood while he kept pushinโ€™ the cart. Folks in the aisle couldnโ€™t help but laugh, but Von just shook his head, tryna keep his cool.