Nariah POV
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I woke up to my phone ringing. I groaned loudly. Who the f**k is calling my phone this time of morning? I felt around for my phone on the nightstand. Once I grabbed it, I looked at who it was. It was Oj.
"f**k you want, man?" I asked.
"Lucky's dead," he said. Who the f**k is lucky?
"Oh ok. Sorry for your loss, bruh" I said. I heard him chuckle.
"You don't know who the hell lucky is, do you?" He asked.
"Nah, not for real," I answered.
"That's yo damn pit that I bought yo ass last year," He said. What pi-oh s**t!
"s**t, I forgot about my lil nigga," I said.
"I saw. Lil nigga was in your damn bathroom with his tongue out, smelling like shit." He said, chuckling.
"That's not funny. I loved my pit." I said.
"Well, it doesn't like you do to me, " He said, laughing.
"f**
