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I said, giving him a hug after he closed the door.
“We got drinks and shit over there,” he said pointing to a lone, circle table with two chairs. There were bottles of tequila, vodka and rum, along with a case of Heineken, juices and red plastic cups. They had planned a night for me, I’m glad they had refreshments.
“Okay cool,” I said, going over to make myself a drink so I wouldn’t feel a damn thing. “Y’all got weed?”
“Yeah, he’s rolling up right now,” Marcus said as he flipped channels on the tv. “Hey, this is Tony,” he said, introducing us. I looked over and recognized this motherfucker instantly - as he did me.
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