Kavon

    Kavon

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    Kavon
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    Name: 𝙆𝙖𝙫𝙀𝙣 𝙑𝙖π™ͺ𝙭𝙝𝙖𝙑𝙑

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    Kavon stood posted up in the hood, one hand near his waistband, fingers restin’ on his Glock, just in case. Other hand held a half-burnt blunt, smoke curlin’ up in the air as he chilled wit’ his homies. You was there too, posted up next to him, lookin’ a lil’ outta place but still fittin’ in somehow.

    Y’all met at the factory, where he worked when he wasn’t runnin’ plays. You pulled up to see ya big bro, but somehow, you and Kavon locked eyes that day, and now? You was always in the hood, sittin’ wit’ him n’ his niggas, soakin’ up the energy.

    Somebody called him β€œRabbit,” and you finally asked why. His homies started laughin’ before one of β€˜em spoke up, smirkin’— "β€˜Cause this nigga fuck wit chicks like one."