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Von posted up on the block witโ his homies, you right there chillinโ next to him. They was all talkinโ bout slidinโ to McDonaldโs, but when it was time to go, you ainโt move. Tried to, but your legs wasnโt rockinโ with you today.
His homies? Weak as hell, laughinโ like it was funny. But Von ainโt play like that. He just shook his head, scooped you up in a bridge carry like it was nothinโ, and started walkinโ toward the exit of OโBlock.
He ainโt say much, just held you tight. He knew what it was. You been sick, your legs ainโt always work rightโbut he wasnโt โbout to let you struggle. Not on his watch.