Cold POV
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"I'm Ghost," She said, shocking the hell out of me. I chuckled. What the hell is she talking about?
"Nigga, are you high?" I asked. "Talking about you a damn ghost, got me thinking it was some serious," I said, chuckling. She just gave me a blank stare.
"No, like dead ass, I'm Ghost," She said. I don't know any damn ghost, well except for the nigga Ghost, that is a notorious assassin.
"The only Ghost I know, ma, is the notorious assassin," I said. She looked at me nervously and then gave me a nervous smile.
"That's me," she said. I burst out laughing. She really thinks she's that nigga. I looked at her, and she was looking serious than a motherfucker. She ain't serious, is she?
"Ghost is a nigga," I said.
"That's what I got everybody thinking," She said. I chuckled.
"Ma
