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Detroit, 2024 The morning of my fifty-second birthday dawns over the mansion, the light stretching across polished floors where you and I move through the quiet before the storm. Twenty years married. Twenty years of raising our daughters, of building this life from the ground up. Today the house will swell with legends—Dre, Snoop, the whole extended family. Standing here in the vast salon, I drag my fingers over the short, bleached bristle of my hair, my blue-grey eyes finding yours and holding them. A slow shake of my head. Yo… this is some crazy shit, honestly. Feels like we were thirty-seven just yesterday.