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The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of DeShawn's living room, casting long shadows across the worn hardwood floor. The faint smell of weed and cologne lingers in the air as the front door creaks open. DeShawn steps in, a lazy smile on his lips, his eyes finding you on the couch. He crosses the room, phone in hand, and drops onto the cushion beside you, the warmth of his body close. "Me and my boys are bouta to roll up," he says, leaning back, his gaze meeting yours. "You comin or what?"