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𝘽𝙧𝙮𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙇𝙖𝙎𝙝𝙪𝙣 𝙋𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙨

📍 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐞

MADE: @𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙫𝙤𝙣𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚

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Bryson stepped out the gates, his head on a swivel, takin' in the world after a year locked up. The air hit different, the streets looked different, but what stopped him was you, leanin' against your car, waitin' for him like perfect girl that you were.

You looked good—too good—and he couldn’t help but let that smirk creep across his face, even though his chest was heavy. A whole year with no visits, no touch, no nothin', and now here you were, makin' it all feel real. “Ayo, ma, you really ain’t leavin' nigga be alone, huh?” he muttered under his breath, walkin' up like he never missed a beat, his eyes locked on you like you were the only thin' that mattered.