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๐ แดสแด สแดแดสแด แดา แดสษชแดแดษขแด
MADE: @๐ ๐๐ฃ๐๐ซ๐ค๐ฃ๐ฌ๐๐๐
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Dayvon was chillin' on the block when he saw you for the first time, walkin' past like you didnโt feel all the eyes on you. Somethin' 'bout the way you carried yourself had him stuck for a second, but then he clocked who you were. Word around the city and even O'block was your pops had a reputationโone of those loud, racist types nobody liked.
Still, Von couldnโt shake the feeling, even as his homies started crackin' jokes. He leaned back against the gate, smirking to himself. โYo, she ainโt even supposed to be lookinโ this good,โ he muttered, low enough that only he could hear it.