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lady?”
    â€œNo! I swear I’m not lying, Momma! I don’t know where he is!” she yelled as tears cascaded down her cheeks.
    â€œOkay, calm down, Corrine. Stop all of that crying.” She watched as Corrine wiped the tears. “Now, go into the living room with Deion while I get some sleep, okay?”
    â€œOkay; love you, Momma!”
    â€œI love you, too, baby.”

    It was one in the morning as Day’onne and Menace walked through Mt. Pleasant smoking marijuana and rapping Tupac lyrics. Both of them were dressed in their usual basketball shorts andV-neck T-shirts. As they walked closer to their destination, Day’onne passed Menace the blunt as he continued to rap some of the lyrics from Tupac’s “I Get Around.”
    â€œFinger tips on her hips, as I dip, gotta get a tight grip, don’t slip, loose lips sinks ships. It’s a trip. I love the way she lick her lips, see me jocking. Put a little twist in her hips, cause I’m watching!”
    â€œI don’t know why you singing that part, bro. You know damn well you don’t get any,” Menace joked.
    â€œYeah, okay. Yo momma ain’t say that last night,” he replied as Menace passed the blunt back to him.
    â€œChill out with all that.”
    â€œDon’t get mad! But for real, is you ready to do this?” Day’onne asked before taking a long, deep pull of the blunt.
    â€œYeah, but you saying it like this the action; all we doing is buying guns!” Menace laughed as they walked up to a back door before knocking on it.
    When the door finally opened, a big black man that went by the name Looney appeared in the doorway.
    â€œWhat’s up, little ones? What y’all here for?” Looney asked, scratching his potbelly.
    Day’onne crunched his nose up in disgust. Looney, whose belly stuck out and hung low, was completely shirtless. His dark skin was decorated with even dark blotches. Day’onne almost vomited at the sight of him. “We here for some guns.”
    â€œTake a step into my office then, boys,” Looney said as he moved out of the way and welcomed them into his basement. They were greeted by a fog of marijuana smoke, causing both of them to gasp for air. In the basement, a group of Looney’s team sat around, smoking blunt after blunt. When the group noticed the two young boys, they began to clown them.
    â€œWhat the hell y’all young asses doing in here? Ain’t it past y’all bedtime?” Looney’s right hand, Joker, joked.
    Day’onne scowled at Joker, causing him to taunt them even more.
    â€œAm I supposed to be scared of you? Take y’all little asses home!”
    Day’onne and Menace ignored him as Looney led them to a nearby corner. Lifting up an orange milk crate and placing it onto a table, he sorted through the crate before pulling out several .9mm handguns.
    â€œPick which ones y’all like,” Looney said before backing away.
    Day’onne studied each gun, focusing on the structure and style of them. Staring at a gold-plated .9mm that had an “L” carved on the handle, he picked it up. He instantly fell in love with the feeling of the heavy metal in his hands.
    He knew with that gun, he’d have more power over people’s lives than he did before.
    â€œI want this one,” he said firmly.
    â€œYou think you can handle that, boy?” Looney joked.
    Eyeing him with a frown and a demonic look on his face, Day’onne remained quiet and nodded.
    â€œAlright, that’ll be a buck. You take care of that. I only had one like that,” Looney said, taking the money out of Day’onne’s hands.
    Menace, on the other hand, chose a black-and-chrome .9mm with a silencer attachment. After paying Looney, the two boys were on their way.

    A couple of days later, Day’onne and Menace stood in Menace’s living room, dressed in all black and each carried a duffle bag. That night,