When It’s Real (alt)

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After the last couple of days of feeling anxious, I was relieved to finally see her there physically.

The laws had been on some bullshit, coming at me with all type of trumped up shit. Naturally, I had my lawyer present, and he’d instructed me to keep my lips sealed. So, I’d just sat back listening to what they claimed to know.

This shit was wild as fuck. Everything they’d mentioned had been completely false, which was rather ironic. I was definitely guilty of plenty, but the police could only come with fabricated tales, or rumors, hoping that I’d fold under pressure, and get to talking.

I wasn’t panicking based o" what the police were saying. However, the actual dope they’d found at my mama’s was a

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