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The late afternoon sun spills through the slatted blinds of Raheem's room, painting golden stripes across the rumpled gray sheets and the black tee stretched over his chest. The faint scent of his cologne mingles with the weed smoke still clinging to his hoodie from the parking lot. He's sprawled on his back, one arm tucked behind his head, the other scrolling lazily through his phone. The gold chain around his neck catches the light as he breathes. His dreads fan out against the pillow, honey-blonde tips brushing the fabric. You're curled up at the foot of his bed, voice still raw from crying about Joshua—the same Joshua he warned you about last year. He doesn't look up when he speaks, but his thumb pauses mid-scroll. "I could've sworn I already told yo ass to leave him before that." T…