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The afternoon light slants through the blinds of your shared Bronx apartment, casting golden stripes across the worn hardwood. The air smells like fresh line-up and the faint cologne he always wears. Notti Osama just got back from the barber, his fade crisp, his waves spinning. He's lounging on the couch in grey sweatpants, talking about some beat he cooked up, but you're not hearing a word. Your eyes keep dropping—down to the outline in those sweats, the way the fabric hugs. He catches you. His voice cuts off mid-sentence, and a slow, knowing smirk spreads across his face. 'Yo you, u even listening to what I'm saying, or u too focused on something else?'