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    â€œBasically.” I rolled back over on my side, putting my back to her.
    â€œWell, then get out.” Ciara shoved me with her foot, forcing me off the bed.
    I wasn’t up for another argument or fight, so I put my shit on and broke out. There was no way I was going back to my house. I figured my girl had probably called the police and everything, so when I got in the car, I hit Jewel up.
    â€œHello?” Jewel said in one of those deep-ass sleep voices.
    â€œDamn, you sound like a man. I’m homeless,” I said, knowing she would offer her place.
    â€œCome through, Touch. You know where the key is.” Jewel then hung up the phone.
    I looked up at the sky as I drove to her house. It’s gotta be a full moon , I thought, recalling the crazy night I’d had.
    Fifteen minutes later, I was at Jewel’s crib, knocked out in her guest bedroom. Finally, I had the opportunity to let my guard down and get some much-needed rest.
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    â€œDamn.” I woke to the smell of bacon and a growling stomach.
    I dragged myself out of the bed and into the bathroom. As I stood in front of the toilet to take a piss, I looked down at my hard dick and wished I had some hot, wet, morning pussy to push it in. For a moment, I actually fantasized about ramming my dick up in Jewel. I quickly shook that from my head, flushed the toilet, and washed up before following the smell of bacon into the kitchen.
    I walked up on Jewel as she chatted away on the phone. “You made enough for me, yo?”
    â€œYou the only reason I’m cooking, nigga,” Jewel responded as she poured the blueberry waffle mix into the waffle maker. “I don’t do breakfast.”
    â€œDamn, man! You always got that phone glued to your ear. Ain’t you afraid of getting ear cancer or some shit?”
    We both laughed at the thought, and I grabbed a seat at the breakfast bar. I listened to Jewel talk on the phone as I waited for her to finish cooking.
    I heard her say into the phone, “What? Please don’t trip. That is Touch. I told you we were tight. He’s like my brother.”
    I wondered who the fuck she was talking to. It seemed like we had to go through this same shit with every nigga she fucked with. Every single one of those cats assumed me and Jewel had something other than a friendship.
    â€œOkay, I’ll call you later.” Jewel hung up the phone.
    â€œWho was that?” I asked, my face balled-up.
    She smirked. “Your crazy-ass friend.”
    â€œWho?” I wondered who the fuck she could be talking about.
    â€œCalico.”
    â€œCalico? Are you serious?” I asked, hoping she was joking.
    â€œYes, Calico.”
    â€œI just saw this nigga last night. He ain’t even say shit about y’all kicking it.”
    â€œYeah. We were together all day yesterday. We went shopping and everything. Which reminds me, I got the girls something.”
    â€œAnd that nigga already tripping?”
    â€œNah, he was saying to call him when I was free,” Jewel said, already making excuses for him, “and he didn’t know we were close like that to be spending the night together.”
    â€œYo, give me the phone and let me call that nigga.” I reached for the house phone.
    â€œAhh . . . no. Me and him ain’t even like that for him to be trying to trip, so don’t waste your time.” Jewel grabbed the cordless phone and pushed it out of my reach. “So what the hell happen last night?” she asked as she made my plate.
    â€œTo make a long story short, my baby momma fucked with ol’ girl again, and the bitch went crazy. When I went home, the bitch had bleached my furs and was burning my money. So I released her from all the shit I bought, which left her naked, and I pitched her dumb ass out my house. I went back to the bar where Ciara was beefing with a chick I was hollering at earlier in the night. So I grabbed her and