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𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐄, 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 TWO: THE CLARKS!
OMNISCIENT — { 𝟻/𝟷𝟶/𝟸𝟹 — 2:𝟐𝟑 PM }
{ BALTIMORE, MD. }
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❛ Saturday afternoon came quicker than intended. Half of the people that showed up didn't really know Jeremiah but they wanted to show support for the neighborhoods favorite nephew.
The sounds of the burgers cooking on the grill sent a heavenly scent through the air as Jeremiah exited the drivers seat of his 2023 Mercedes Maybach S 580. The silver chains stacked around his neck clinked against each other while also glistening in the sun.
The street was lined with cars, the park parking lot was even full. He took his keys and clicked the button to lock the doors before walking across the patch of grass to go where everyone else was gathered.
"Bra," was the first thing he heard as Moziah turned his body, placing the red cup he had in his hand on a picnic table before walking over to Jeremiah, reaching his hand out to dap him up.
"My nigga out!" He shouted which caused majority of the park to cheer for Jeremiah's return to the familiar streets of Baltimore.
Mo smiled wide, throwing his arm over Jeremiah's shoulder. "Nigga, you look good. You got big eshi'."
"Better than you with that big ass shirt," Jeremiah joked back, making Koazen throw his head back in laughter.
"Ah, he back," Koazen wheezed. "Come on, Unc and them been waitin' to see you. Auntie Lo made them crab deviled eggs you used to fuck up."
He walked through rows of picnic tables and grill smoke as he dapped up familiar faces—men he grew up with, aunties who'd whooped him, women who raised their eyebrows now that he was grown. He paused when he saw his mother under the tent, sitting in her plastic folding chair with a foam plate full of ribs in her lap.
