My Brother's Keeper

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ight green, making the tattoo look already a bit aged. She spoke to everyone as they looked at her

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tructions on what he had to do, while Kingson would take the train back downtown and be about his business for the day: Rikers Island visits to certain clients, including Bolo and Nut. When they gathered around, Star began speaking: "She's gonna need to stay off the tattoo for at least a few days because it's gonna hurt. Also, I would suggest she doesn't bathe tonight and tomorrow, but she can start taking showers again on Sunday." Yselle explained everyth

?" Kingson asked Star. Star sterilized her instrument

who gave Star the idea." His dry look at Kingson, plus kn

e tattoo would be until I got back from the 28th Preci

lus my Über from The Bronx to the Tram." Kingson went to Chulo, who h

the appointment

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told Yselle. "April 1st. What a

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selle nodded to Kingson, who peeled off

rprised. "Gee, Mr. Ja

ree thousand more dollars and gave her. Her eyes widened. "Before you ask, it's for changing y

t on it as soon as I get h

get another five racks." Star's eyes re

rom his game. Star thanked him and Kingson grateful

m downstairs and to the gate. They knew better than tlo hug but Branson and Yselle shook hands, each of their forefinger tracing circles in the middle of the other's palm. This was an ol

k, as apparently, neither was Star. So many thoughts flitted through his mind. Get Right, his son- Mia! (Shit! He would really have to do something nice for her and he had just the thing in mind.) Then there was

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nging along to the track. But Rhythm and Blues (better known as "R&B") had gone to shit since the nineties and early to mid-two thousands. Pure shit. Branson tapped his phone repea

Branson signaled to turn left onto the only ramp leading up and off Roosevelt Island. He slowed down in the

ller than the other but both of whom had been well respected for their fighting ability in bygone years... until they came out of th

hat? Who dat?" The shorter of the two niggas w

bastards!" They both simultaneously threw up the middle fi

s but both had done enough time up north to hesitate and think thrice before pulling out weapons on a crowded street in a wealthy neighborhood. Branson laughed loudly and abrasively

e word: fuckin'

usly funny and horrendous shit. What were two dicks going to do? Swordfight? Or dig for shit? Anal sex was something else Branson was extremely confused about - were you gay if you had fucked a woman in the ass num