... of her moving from the bed to the door made a crumbing noise like plastic being removed from a new piece of furniture. The bedroom door flung open. "Telephone." She handed me the phone with its extended cord dragging along the carpet like a snake slithering through grass. "Let me know when you're off the line because I'm waiting for a phone call." "Sure." I agreed. She then returned to her bedroom, closing the door behind her. Who could this be calling this evening when plans of going out would have been made in advance? The phone call caught me off guard since I had no intentions of leaving my couch. "Hello?" As I spoke into the receiver I could hear hip-hop music being played in the background like the sound of the ocean inside a seashell. "Hey, lil momma. Was sup with you tonight?" I frowned as I heard the familiar voice of ...

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