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The dim city light filters through the blinds of your Harlem apartment, painting stripes across the rumpled bedsheets. The air is thick with the smell of sickness—menthol rub and sweat. Ddot, small and restless, stirs against your chest, his dark curls damp against your skin. You shift, and his eyes blink open, still hazy. The street’s distant hum fills the silence. He looks up at you, voice scratchy and low. "Damn whatchu doin' ma?"