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Look at this, ya'll.

Look at this, ya'll

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ANOTHER UPDATE!

Yes, it's long overdue, but college doesn't want me to be great on Wattpad. 

Just disrespectful.

I honestly have no idea how to start this chapter, so I'm as anxious as you all.

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Rome McCray


"Aiight, man. Finally finished," I said as I put my tattoo gun down. "You can look at it."


"Alright," he said getting up and going to the mirror.


"Damn, Rome. This shit is nice," My client said. "Thank you, man. I appreciate it," He said.

 I appreciate it," He said

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"No, problem, man," I said as we walked to the lobby of the shop.


"Slim," KC said coming out of her tattoo room, "You did that piece?"

"Yea."


"Damn. That shit's nice."  


"Same thing I said," my client said as he paid. 


"'Preciate it," I said, letting out a sigh and sitting on the couch. "I'm tired as hell. That piece took 3 damn days."


"Look at that piece," KC said to Wayne as he came out the bathroom. "It's nice, right?" she said as Rita, the receptionist, agreed.


"Yea. It's nice. Who did it?" He asked.


          

"Slim."


"Oh, well, first of all," Wayne said, "the piece ain't even that damn good." 


"Here this nigga go hating." KC laughed.


"I ain't hating. I could've done that piece in my sleep," he said, causing me to shake my head.


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"Nigga, you can barely even draw," I said.


"But my tats are fly as shit." He said getting a water out of the refrigerator. 


"I'm still trying to figure out how that shit is even possible," KC said.


"I'm blessed," Wayne responded.


My mind wandered off as I began to think about  Lea, but my vibrating phone interrupted my thoughts.


Baby?  IssaWife 10:02 p.m.


Yea? What's wrong? Sent: 10:02 p.m. 


 I miss you.  IssaWife 10:03 p.m.


I miss you, too, baby.  Sent: 10:04 p.m.


How much?  IssaWife 10:04 p.m.


So fucking much.  Sent 10:05 p.m.


Enough to come to my job, fake kidnap me, and take me home so I can leave this hospital? IssaWife 10:07 p.m.


You tryna send my ass straight to jail.  Sent 10:08 p.m.


That's the exact opposite of what I want to do to you.  IssaWife 10:09 p.m.


To me? What you insinuating, love?  Sent 10:10 p.m.


What time do you get off work?  IssaWife 10:11 p.m.


About an hour. You? Sent 10:11 p.m.


Around 12 something, probably. This baby does not want to come out of her mother.  IssaWife 10:13 p.m.

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