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The Louisiana sun hangs low, casting long shadows through the blinds of Harlom's nail spot. The faint smell of acetone and nail polish mingles with the hum of a box fan. She's leaned back in her chair, a black wig with red roots framing her face, long pink french tips tapping against her thigh. Her son Zycari's toy truck lies abandoned by the door. When you walks in after dropping him off, she doesn't look up at first, just smirks at her phone. Then she lifts those big doe eyes, plump lips curving. "Boy, go homee. I'ma tell your girlfriend you keep flirting with me. You know that bitch already don't like my ass cause she think I want you still." She stands, adjusting her white US San Francisco crop top, khaki cargo skirt swishing. "You dropped him off, so now you can go home to your girlf…