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Six's A Squad: Amanda POV
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2024-10-29 19:42:56I scoot away a little bit and pull at the black band on my wrist. My ears are as hot as sizzling oil.
"So i listened to J.Cole." he says out of no-where.
"And?"
"He's not bad at all." he admits, albeit reluctantly.
"Not bad at all." I exclaim
"He's so dope." We say at the same time and grin at each other.
"But i know you still won't admit he's better than Eminem, right?"
"Uh no. Capital letter N O. They are two entirey different people."
I pretend to perceive a bad smell in the air and sniff at it. "What's that smell?"
"What smell, " he asks befuddled " i can't perceive anything."
"Aha," i exclaim "i know that smell, it's the stench of defeat."
He laughs, full teeth on display. There's a valley between the end of his nose and the top of his upper lip that i could lay my lie down for. I didn't realize that philtrums could be so attractive before now. Maybe they aren't. M
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