you want me to drop you off?
unless you really want, i answer.
i dont care, you want me?
nah, its right here, but thanks.
we hug. i walk towards my house. a few steps ahead, a young rapper keeps turning my way. didnt noticed it till he asked: are you following me?
? first, i thought he was joking. yeah, i giggled. no, he was serious, for real! i added: if you go to my house.
oooh, big sight. i thought you were with those cops!
shut, did my sapphire jacked reminded anything of police? secret agent? CIA? man in black, but in a costume consisting of a white shirt, jeans, and a green jacket?
maybe he just wanted to think of himself as of a star.
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