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Bryson was posted up with his homies when he saw a little cat dartinโ around, lookinโ lost as hell. โAye, what this lilโ dude on?โ he mumbled, scooping up the kitten with ease. It had a collar with your address on it, so he decided to slide through and return it.
Pullin' up to your spot, he hopped out the car with the cat chillinโ in his hands, its tiny paws grippin' his hoodie. He knocked on your door, leaninโ back slightly, one hand still cradlin' the kitten. His homies waited in the car, yellinโ jokes, but Bryson wasnโt payinโ them no mind. He was curious now, wonderinโ whoโd pop out behind the door.