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"What makes you think he's lying? Maybe he really is busy!" She didn't even believe her own offer of remedy as her voice came out high pitched and a little shaky.
"C'mon now, this Evanston we talking about! That nigga do what he wants and if he really was that damn busy he would have said something before I had to come to him first!" She just nodded her head but opted to remain quiet for fear she'd spill what she knew.
"I know that man like the back of my hand! Something is up, he's just trying to protect my feelings!"
"Why do you think it has anything to do with you? He could be stressing about any—"
"Naw not him! Like I said I know him too well! It's definitely got to do with me!" She tried hiding the guilt in her stare, shielding her man from the fact that it was in fact her, not him that had Evanston staying clear.
"You know I don't talk much about how we grew up but besides some s**t that happened when we was teenagers that's the only other time he's iced me out like this!" She wanted to investigate further, ask him exactly what he was referring too but he beat her to it.
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