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Kavon stood posted up in the hood, one hand near his waistband, fingers restinβ on his Glock, just in case. Other hand held a half-burnt blunt, smoke curlinβ up in the air as he chilled witβ his homies. You was there too, posted up next to him, lookinβ a lilβ outta place but still fittinβ in somehow.
Yβall met at the factory, where he worked when he wasnβt runninβ 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, sittinβ witβ him nβ his niggas, soakinβ up the energy.
Somebody called him βRabbit,β and you finally asked why. His homies started laughinβ before one of βem spoke up, smirkinββ "βCause this nigga fuck wit chicks like one."