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The next morning, Marcus was, unsurprisingly, right on time, and it looked like his mom had taken him shopping. He was wearing crisp blue jeans, a carefully ironed blue button-down, and some very cool Air Jordans in a hot blue. “Looking fly,” I said tentatively when he came in behind me that morning.
He snickered and said, “Two things, Ms. B. The word fly went out about ten years ago, and also, it’s not a good look on you.”
“Noted,” I said with a laugh. I had this obsessive need to seem cool and hip, but I should have learned that my desire to seem cool and hip always had the opposite effect in that regard. “Don’t ask me about the time I tried out, ‘Let’s bounce!’ on my dad.”
“You did not?”
I gave him a quick nod before I headed to the café for the morning caffeine.
A quick ring of
