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compassionately.
    “I’m sorry, but I don’t even feel like going out anymore. I’m going back home, I’ll call you tomorrow,” she replied grabbing her bag from the floor. I felt so bad that my friend was always getting the short end of the stick, but all of this was beyond my control. I walked her to the door and went back to my room and finished getting dressed to go out.
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    Bright and early Monday morning Co-Co and I were waiting outside of Tiffany and Kennedi’s job. The sign on the door said they opened at nine, and it was already eight thirty. I had my hair pulled up in a ponytail that I tied in a knot in the back. My Nikes are doubled tied, and my sweat pants hung loosely around my waist. Co-Co is dressed in sweat pants and a t-shirt too just in case somebody wants in on a piece of the action. Tiffany is my main target, but Kennedi can get it too. I borrowed my daddy’s all black Nissan Altima since they knew what kind of car my brother and I drove. He rarely drove this car because the windows are too heavily tinted for him.
    “Somebody’s pulling up now,” Co-Co said when he saw a silver Mercedes truck pull up in the parking lot. We watched as Kennedi’s prune-faced mama sashayed out of the truck and opened the front door. A few minutes later, I spotted Tiffany’s car pulling up, but she didn’t get out immediately.
    “What is that bitch in there doing?” I asked no one, in particular. She’s just sitting behind the wheel playing on her phone. My adrenaline is pumping, and I’m ready to put in some work.
    “There go that bitch Kennedi,” Co-Co said excitedly. As soon as she pulled into her assigned parking spot, I noticed Tiffany starting to get out of her car. When Kennedi exited her car, my brother and I jumped out of ours and walked over to them.
    “What’s up Tiffany?” I asked when we got in front of her.
    “What you mean what’s up?” She said turning her nose up at us. I immediately noticed the faint dark mark under her eye, and I was pretty sure it was a result of her fight with Brooklyn.
    “So even though you know my little cousin is pregnant, you still put your hands on her, huh?”
    “I didn’t touch her, that bitch hit me first,” she said indignantly. Not only is she lying, but the bitch is getting loud with me.
    “Alright and I’m done talking,” I said and I punched her in her face. She dropped her purse and started swinging back, but she was wasting her time. She had on a tight-fitting pencil skirt and a pair of six inch stilettos so she was on the ground in no time. I jumped on top of her and chastised her like she was my child. She was trying hard to block her face, but I made it hard for her to do so.
    “Bitch if you want your sew in to stay sewed in, you better back the fuck up,” Co-Co yelled when he saw Kennedi coming towards us. She didn’t have to think twice because she backed up just as soon as the words left his mouth.
    “I’m calling the police,” Kennedi yelled as she pulled her phone from her purse. Co-Co snatched it out of her hands and dropped it on the ground. Before she could bend down to pick it up, he lifted his feet and crushed it with his size ten Nikes.
    “What the hell is going on out here?” Kennedi’s mother yelled when she walked out of the office.
    “Mama, call the police. They’re attacking me and Tiffany,” Kennedi yelled even though nobody had even touched her.
    “Leave her alone and get the hell away from my place of business before I call the police,” Kennedi’s mother roared.
    “Candace leave these scary hoes alone before we go to jail out here. I want one of you tired, busted bitches to put your hands on my little cousin again. I promise you I won’t be this nice next time around,” Co-Co said. I stopped beating Tiffany’s ass and followed my brother to the car. Kennedi and her mother rushed over to help her as we peeled out of the parking lot.
    “I think they got the picture, but I don’t mind coming back to