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In Da Basement....
TwoOneThree reaches from his bed for his cell phone. He dials 112 to get his brother's direct line.
"Sup Twin," OneOneTwo says picking up the phone.
"Sup," TwoOneThree responds.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Daddy beat my ass, that's wrong," TwoOneThree whines over the phone.
"You supposed to be a grown ass man, how you gonna let daddy beat your ass."
"He used a bat,"
"Oh,"
"Look man, whereever you are hiding at you might want to stay there for a while because he knows you're alive."
"Hist! He beat it out of you didn't he?"
"Man, Auntie AKA2D'91 saw us conversing she threatened to tell me."
"Wait a minute. You mean that Auntie AKA2D'91 knew I was alive all this time and you didn't tell me. Dammit I swear if you didn't look just like me I'd kufc your face up. I could have handled her just like I sent Mom to Jamaica. Speak of Mom, does she know now?"
"I don't think so, she went on a perp busting trip."
"Good. Now you stay where you are at and don't call me know damn more until I call you with the plan."
"Naw dawg, I'm messed up. Whatever you do from this point on you on your own."
OneOneTwo hangs up the phone and his face goes from Mahogany to Berry Red in six seconds. He looks at "Dr." Spinxpoet, who is still reading from his poetry book and MeezDiscreet, who is swooning over him. OneOneTwo, is thoroughly pissed off and completely thoughtless.
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