KAY FLOCK

    KAY FLOCK

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    KAY FLOCK
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    YOUR PHONE rings on a Wednesday afternoon, and though it’s a random number you pick it up, you always pick up any number ever since Kay got locked up. Your heart skips a beat as his familiar voice comes through.

    "Hello?" His tone is calm but you can tell he’s holding back his frustration, maybe even sadness. "Hi baby.. how are you?" You questioned. "I’m aight, stayin’ focused. How you been? You miss me?” His voice softens as he talks.

    "I’m okay. I miss you so much, I can’t wait until you get out.. do you need anything? More money on your books?" You bombarded. He chuckles, the sound of it comforting yet bittersweet.

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