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and the minute he did, I quickly turned my head away. I couldn't stand to see the sight of his conniving ass right now.
                  "I hope that someday you will forgive me, Lydia," he said before he walked out the door.
                  I wanted to tell him to jump off the Detroit-Superior Bridge, but instead I turned my head away and looked out the hospital room's window so he wouldn't see the tears streaming down my cheeks.              
     
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                  I had no idea how blessed I truly was. The bullet had lodged itself in my lower back, but luckily no major arteries were hit. Of course, I had to stay in the hospital one week so that my healing progression could be monitored.
                  Strangely, I was disappointed about being discharged from the hospital. Naturally, I should have been elated, but I was anything but happy. The hospital was my seclusion away from the real world and I didn't quite know if I was ready to jump back into it. I had been shot by a woman I once considered one of my closest associates and set up by a man I had given my heart to.
                  The entire week I had been in the hospital, I had spent my time conjuring up ideas of how to exact my revenge on Diamond's two timing ass. I had even went as far as to plot setting her house on fire, but quickly dismissed the idea after I remembered she had kids. After a while, I just gave up on the whole "payback scheme".
                  The morning I was released from the hospital, the first place I went to was the library of all places, and it wasn't to catch up on some reading. Naturally, I needed a new place to lay my head at night because there was no way in hell I was going to step foot into Morris Black Projects ever again.
                  Thankfully, I found a two bedroom double on the West Side of Cleveland for four hundred dollars a month, on Craigslist, that needed immediate occupancy. I caught a taxi over to the house and had my brother, Lamont pick up the few things I cared about from my old apartment. Of course, I didn't tell him the reason I was moving and didn't even bother telling him that I had been shot. If he did somehow find out it would be because he'd heard it in the streets. Cleveland Streets were more informative than the National Enquirer.
     
     
     

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                Two weeks later, I was settled into my new home and finally running low on cash after decking the crib out in furniture. Funny, I could recall a time when my main mission in life had been to get out of Cleveland for good...but that dream had drowned in the same sewer as my trust.
                  As expected Gentlemen's Persuasion had been shut down after Luther shot the place up, so I couldn't go back there and dance even if I wanted to. And even if it hadn't been closed down, I probably still wouldn't have went back. That club was old news anyway. I needed new scenery. And since, I already lived on the west side I figured I might as well look for some gentlemen's clubs to dance at on this side of town.
                  The GP was the only strip club I had ever danced at so I had never contemplated shaking my ass anywhere else. However, times were hard and they would only get harder if I didn't get some money rolling in, and soon. There was no way in hell I was going to get a nine to five, since I knew there was so much potential money to be made. My hustler's instincts were as sharp as my looks, and as long as I used both I could get whatever I wanted.
     
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    The following day, I went to audition at a few strip clubs on the west side. The first one was this small, hole in the wall ass bar on West 25th called Mugsy's . The minute I walked in there, I walked out. Besides the foul smell, it looked like a club my grandmother might dance at. No, I needed a place big and lively like the GP used to