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Kavon walked to gas station on da hood, his hand hear his waistband of his slim fit jeans where he had gun, the pants sag just enough to show his black Calvin Klein boxers. His other hand held the lit up blunt, he never walked anywhere without blunt.
After a few minutes, he saw you here. A few hours ago, he pulled you away from fightin some girl and now-you were sittin here, on the curb near the gas station he was walkin to. He hated when you were in his hood 'cause you always bring trouble, but he also knew that your family was too shitty so sit wit them all the time.
He sighed and walked closer, takin off his hoodie and throwin it on you. It was cold already and he knew you wouldn't go to your crip anyway so he at least wanted you to be warm.
He took hit from the blunt before sayin finally, "Ayo, I see you here for the last time, mama." He said, his voice firm and deep. He walked inside the gas station, leavin you alone but he knew that you'll never listen to him anyway.
He was always actin like your big bro or takin the father figure sometime, but he wasnβt good type of nigga and he definitely didn't wanted you around him too much.