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    short and stubby Melvin look-alikes just because she hasn't learned to appreciate her complexion.
    If you ask me, I think Jay's fucked Miss Daffany, too, but she'd never admit it. She don't tell us who she fucks in the Manor, even when we beg her. She says, "I don't give out the names of my clients." So we stop askin'. Probably because they'd fuck her up if they found out. Most of them are married so they're sleeping with her right under their wives' noses. I know I saw Jay crawlin' out of the same hole she did one day, but I could be wrong.
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    "Did you see that bitch's hair? It was a mess." Miss Sky laughs on the way out the mall's door.
    We turn around but must've missed the girl she is talkin' about because the one I see is attractive. Miss Sky's a troublemaker, always keeping up shit. Since I've been knowin' her, she's started at least fifty fights and got all of our asses locked up one night.
    "What you say, bitch?" the attractive girl says. I'm not surprised. "I know you ain't talkin' about nobody's hair," she continues as she and her friend approach us.
    Despite the evil look on her face, she is a pretty little thing. Looks like somebody's trophy for real. She has the Chinese cut with the spiky bangs and it's her natural hair, falling all the way down her back. She is killin' that cut. So, truthfully, I don't think Miss Sky was talking 'bout her, but at this point, it doesn't even matter.
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    moves toward the door. Of course, Miss Parade appears to give her cover.
    Miss Parade is on it, too. She had dropped her bags and was ready to handle shit the moment the girl opened her mouth. She assumes her position, like she always does, in front of Sky as if she's her personal bodyguard or somethin'.
    "And what the fuck you wanna do?" the attractive woman asks Miss Parade. "Your friend real comical, talking about somebody's hair when yours look like some shit. Did you comb that shit or just gel it?" She has some girls with her and all are pointing and laughing at Miss Parade's hair. But Miss Parade ain't say nothing. She used to tell us all the time that she can tell who's scared by how much shit they talk when it's time to fight. She believes if they are really 'bout it, they won't be running their mouths.
    She is always ready to fight, and for real, I think she loves it. She told me that the reason she's won every battle is because she goes to a different place mentally.
    She thinks about every person who has ever done her wrong and takes it all out on her victim. All I know is whatever she does, it works. "Listen, sweetie, why don't you wiggle your little ass on down the hall 'cuz it is not that serious," I tell the bitch, honestly trying to prevent Miss Parade from getting out on her.
    "Are you serious? Aren't you a little too big for those pants? What are you extra large and they're extra small? What possessed you to think--" the bitch utters.
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    "Bitch, shut the fuck up. I wasn't even talkin' to your simple ass anyway," Miss Sky retorts, "but just for stepping over here, you getting ready to get fucked up."
    "You wish, bitch," she argues as she moves closer to us with Miss Parade silent and in Miss Sky's way.
    Miss Daffany grabs everybody's bags and tucks them behind this trashcan in the corner. Although we are getting ready to get down, we all have our periph-eral vision glued to our gear in case somebody tries to take it. I know if that blueberry-colored top I just bought is stolen, there'll be a series of ass whippins in this mothafucka today.
    "Look, I'ma tell you one more time to get the fuck down the mall. You don't want none of this for real," Miss Daffany