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Dayvon came through the door late again, knowin' you gonna be tight. You were sittin' up in bed, not sayin' nothin', but Von could feel your eyes on him. He ainβt dumbβhe knew what you were thinkin'. All the sneakin' out, late nights, coming back smellin' like the blockβ¦You probably thought he was out messin' with some other chick.
But it wasnβt even like that. Von just had to handle some street business again. Yeah, he promised you he'd stop, especially with the baby on the way, but some things ainβt that simple. he dropped his jacket and muttered, βAinβt nothinβ like you think,β but you ainβt believe meβHe could see it all over your face.