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“Is it?”
“Yes!”
“Are you happy?”
I opened my mouth.
Closed it.
Nesha pointed at me.
“Exactly.”
I shook my head.
“Man, that nigga got me doing wild shit.”
Her eyes lit up immediately.
“What you mean?”
I looked around the salon and lowered my voice.
“That nigga be telling me come to his house with no panties, no bra.”
Her mouth dropped open.
“Sam!”
“The other week he told me pull up in just my coat.”
“Nothing underneath?”
“Nothing.”
Nesha slapped the arm of her chair.
“BITCH!”
She leaned toward me.
“And you did it?”
I looked at her.
She stared back.
My mouth twitched.
“Oh my God!” she whisper-yelled. “Who the fuck are you?”
“I don’t know!”
“Clearly!”
I couldn’t even argue.
Three weeks ago, I would’ve looked at somebody crazy if they told me I’d be doing half the shit I’d been doing.
