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    • Description

      note: elm is a novelette. 

       

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      Easy on the eyes, his entire aesthetic was pleasing. From the denim jacket and chains down to the multi-colored Jordans, he resembled something straight out of a music video, as if he laid tracks. 

      But he didn’t. He laid bricks. One by one, rebuilding Dooley one rehabbed home at a time. Though I no longer lived in the area, there were two sets of big, brown eyes waiting by the door for my bi-weekly visits. Tash’s twins were my Goddaughters and being their second mom was a job I didn’t take lightly. 

      Grady. Everyone knew his name but not very many people knew him. For the most part, he was a figment of Dooley’s imagination. Hardly home but always repping. Drake had him in mind when writing that bar. His signs lined the lawns of the homes he’d purchased throughout Dooley, however, he rarely graced the neighborhood with his presence. Tonight was a rare occasion. 

      I was amongst royalty. Channing City Royalty. 

       

       

       

    Description

    note: elm is a novelette. 

     

    ____

     

    Easy on the eyes, his entire aesthetic was pleasing. From the denim jacket and chains down to the multi-colored Jordans, he resembled something straight out of a music video, as if he laid tracks. 

    But he didn’t. He laid bricks. One by one, rebuilding Dooley one rehabbed home at a time. Though I no longer lived in the area, there were two sets of big, brown eyes waiting by the door for my bi-weekly visits. Tash’s twins were my Goddaughters and being their second mom was a job I didn’t take lightly. 

    Grady. Everyone knew his name but not very many people knew him. For the most part, he was a figment of Dooley’s imagination. Hardly home but always repping. Drake had him in mind when writing that bar. His signs lined the lawns of the homes he’d purchased throughout Dooley, however, he rarely graced the neighborhood with his presence. Tonight was a rare occasion. 

    I was amongst royalty. Channing City Royalty.