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Ade's Ancedote's
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Still Did It.
To whosever is reading. I remember one Saturday, It was cold my body was swole due to fluid being on me. I was scheduled to have dialysis at like 1:30 off...
Still Did It.
To whosever is reading. I remember one Saturday, It was cold my body was swole due to fluid being on me. I was scheduled to have dialysis at like 1:30 off...
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Cuevas Goes To Federal Prison.
Quick recall of when I was sent to prison. Riding con air to transit to touching down on the yard.
Cuevas Goes To Federal Prison.
Quick recall of when I was sent to prison. Riding con air to transit to touching down on the yard.
Devonte' (latest post at top)
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Stars Don’t Lie
The clock on the wall ticked past 9:43 PM. Devonté sat at the edge of his bed, lights low, phone on speaker, half-listening to the soft hum of jazz playing...
Stars Don’t Lie
The clock on the wall ticked past 9:43 PM. Devonté sat at the edge of his bed, lights low, phone on speaker, half-listening to the soft hum of jazz playing...
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Da Morning After.
Sunlight cut through the blinds in sharp slants, golden and unapologetic. The scent of sweat, bourbon, and yesterday’s mistakes hung in the air like a secret neither of them wanted...
Da Morning After.
Sunlight cut through the blinds in sharp slants, golden and unapologetic. The scent of sweat, bourbon, and yesterday’s mistakes hung in the air like a secret neither of them wanted...
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The Past Never Left
Late night. Atlanta. Devonté’s loft. The key clicked in the lock. Devonté stepped into the loft, letting the door swing shut behind him. The air inside was...
The Past Never Left
Late night. Atlanta. Devonté’s loft. The key clicked in the lock. Devonté stepped into the loft, letting the door swing shut behind him. The air inside was...
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Fireflies, Fruit, and the Feeling
In the golden hush of a Sunday afternoon in Devonté’s backyard, smoke curls from the grill and laughter lingers between sips of tequila and fresh fruit. As the sun dips...
Fireflies, Fruit, and the Feeling
In the golden hush of a Sunday afternoon in Devonté’s backyard, smoke curls from the grill and laughter lingers between sips of tequila and fresh fruit. As the sun dips...
