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She'd been searching for him throughout the house since she made it home from a long day at the salon. Mango Smalls, his last name anything but a description fitting for his physical appearance. He stood at a staggering 6'5, muscular in build with the presence of a male model. She was taken with him from the very moment the two made eye contact, the varies of mixed blues, greens, and slight brown taking her breath away in a matter of seconds. She smiled seeing him hunched over the railing, his phone in his hand on speaker while he seemed to be engrossed in whatever conversation she may have interrupted upon finding him.
"Hey D, you still there? My bad for having you on hold for so long. I...I'm trying to put together everything for this art showcasing and it's keeping me really busy!" She paused in her stride, her footing wavering after hearing the one voice of the person who had been on her mind for going on damn near a month and looked around over there.
"Yeah man, I'm here! Look, I know you got your hands full over there but c'mon now! Niggas ain't kicked it in a minute!
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