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“I’m about two seconds from strangling you!”
Safiya Nadar narrowed her eyes at Layla Assan, her best friend. She intended the look to be intimidating, but it didn’t work. It only made Lay, as she called her, cackle. Rolling her eyes, she returned her focus to the treadmill to get her mileage in.
“You should know by now that I’m not scared of you,” her friend replied.
Safiya shook her head and stopped the machine she’d been on for the last several minutes. She turned to her side and looked at Layla. They had been best friends since elementary school. Layla and her mother migrated to Atlanta from Ethiopia when she was nine. Safiya met Layla when she stuck up for her while she was being teased about being the newest kid in school. An experience she knew all too well since she, her grand
