Me- Just think, in about two years you will be driving and you and Reuben (cousin) will be calling me from downstairs talkin' 'bout "come on, we're here."
Uraeus- Mom, where would Reuben and I be going that we would be picking you up to go too?
Black ass poems. Black ass stories. Black ass art. Black ass life. Black ass love. Black ass hate. Black ass parenting. Black ass depression. Black ass mania. And other stuff too.
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