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ANGELA ADJUSTED THE white and gold Chanel crossbody purse that slung across her shoulder as she descended steps to arrive at 137th Street College subway station.
With her three cars already in use, she was left with no choice but to rely on the local subway to reach her destination-work.
Later, she planned to pick up her car from her niece-Amari, who had borrowed it to get her nails done to have the big 3 done.
The woman turned in retort to hearing a loud voice "Yo red lace front, wassaname!" a stranger that was smoking in front of the subway station of yelled from afar.
"if you don't get on with yo life imma grown ass woman with a family and six figure salary, fuck I look like dating a hobo addict?" she muttered under her breath as she looked at her white and gold jordans.
Instead of walking off she faced the man" No thank you sir." the girl pursued her lips with a slight smile in order to maintain her kind status. Since she resided in Yonkers and it was close to Harlem it wasn't uncommon for her to run into men similar to this.
She gripped her thumbs around the straps of the mini backpack on her back, which carried her medical supplies.
Her job provided her with a stable income, a privilege she didn't take lightly but she was still generous. She considered herself fortunate, having finished high school a year early, a testament to her prodigious talent and dedication.
