Vended to Don Damon
His words jolted me out of my thoughts, and I stared up at him sharply.
He paused, studying me like he was waiting for a reaction from me.
“A big what?”
“Bro,” he said, gesticulating, “as in, brother,” he added, annoyingly mimicking the British accent.
A big brother? What did that have to do with me?
“I had friends that used to boast to me about how their big brothers got them stuff, you know, the dope stuff, video games and all of that shit. PS5s, damn. And these friends of mine always flaunted it in my face. You know, they did stuff with their big brothers, and I kinda craved that. Having a big brother to do all that stuff with me.”
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