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Summer: I’m gonna shave tonight. / He texted back damn near immediately. / Harlem: Shiddd, you better!!! A nigga still coughing up hair balls and shit. I guess the cat got my tongue frfr.

When the ma picked me up at LAX in her Prius. / Man. / Soon as I exited those auto doors outta bag-claim. / Man! / That Pac Ocean air! / Nothin like it. Straight up. Frfr.

My boi, are you BIG mad, frfr? I was clowning with you, but I see where you at wit’ it. FOH. See me tonight then.

The exchange continued, with Markus replying “people would stop using the same jokes if you brush your hair . . . bruh . . . I’m a wave master . . . I can help you out . . . FRFR.”

So, Satan wasn’t even the one that brought Job up in the conversation. I was like, FRFR God? (for those who do not know FRFR means for real for real)

Little Do you know, you gave me game. Taught me stuff, and I’m looking at you like how this lil dude know all this lmao… You def had the total package cuz. FRFR!! You changed me so much for the better