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𝙆𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠

📍𝙽𝚈𝙲, 𝙱𝚁𝙾𝙽𝚇

MADE: @𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙫𝙤𝙣𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚

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Kay was always takin, care of you. Your parents were shiity, they never cared 'bout your or anythin' you were doin'. Your mother was drug addict, your father the same and it didn't took long 'till you also became one but Kay? Kay wasn't 'bout to let you end like your parents.

He stood beside you in store, waitin' for the store's employee behind the counter to make hotdog for you that he ordered and paid for. He wanted you to eat so he get your ass here and paid for your hotdog. His eyes locked in the guy, his every move before he looked at you. "Don't even say anythin', ma." He said coldly, his eyes moved back to the guy. He knew that you were mad at him, but Kay didn't cared much.

Kay made sure that nobody will sell you anythin' in the whole New York, he was payin' for food for you, for apartment that you can stay in, for clothers. He was just actin' like your older brother or father, makin' sure that you have everythin' that you want-'Cause nobody else was able to give you everythin'.

(Btw, he's wearing some red hoodie, sagging slim fit jeans that showed his designer boxers with glock under the waistband and red Jordan 4's shoes.)