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Juliet was a mess by now, tears streaming down her face for just how horrible she'd been when it came to the things he heard her tell Nicky.
"I'm shittin bricks over here man! FUCKKKK!"
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Natasha laughed out loud at Evanston's playfulness, the day of his big art showcase finally here and she couldn't be more proud. Unlike Don, his relationship with Tasha was less complicated. She knew more about him than most and that's because she genuinely cared. Part of her concern however might be the fact that she's had a crush on him since she was a little girl. Although she was a couple years younger, she still had enough sense to know a prize when she saw one. She had been right by her brother's side when everything happened to Evanston, being his rock after finding out that it should have been him instead of their friend taking the fall. Tasha was the only person who had somewhat of a clue as to the things Evanston went through while locked up. He often confided in her because he didn't think anyone else would understand.
"Get back here boy! Don't be nervous, you know your art is amazing! Plus you look...you look...Damn
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