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half bedroom townhouse with his hands behind his head, as he stares up at the ceiling just thinking. Terrell was 27 years old and doing pretty damn good for himself, he didn’t have any children (so no crazy baby mama’s) he was able to turn illegal drug money almost 100% legit. Rolling over, Terrell grabbed the unfinished blunt out of the ashtray that was on his night stand, lite in and inhaled the smoke. Smoking and thinking was what Terrell did every morning before getting out of bed.
    Terrell was deep in thought when his phone began to ring, normally he wouldn’t answer it because he hated being interrupted but it was Renz and he hadn’t talk to him in a while. “Yo?” He answered.
    “What’s up baby boy?” Renz voice based through the phone as if it wasn’t 8:00 in the morning. Even though Renz is only two days older than Terrell he has always called him baby boy.
    “Aint shit, fuck you been?” Terrell asked as he inhaled the smoke.
    “Damn nigga you keeping tabs huh?” Renz said playfully but continued “Nah, but I was with this freak joint and you know how that go” he said while laughing.
    “Yea I know ‘fuck em and leave em’” Terrell said mocking Renz voice. Terrell wasn’t like Renz in that area because he was one who wanted a real relationship not some one night stand shit, but since he hadn’t found someone with a relationship one night stands is what he had been getting.
    “True shit! But get ya ass up we got business to talk”
    “Ight give me a hour and I will meet you at the usual” Terrell said as he sat up in the bed.
    “Ight” Renz said before hanging up.
    Placing his phone on the nightstand, Terrell stood from the bed and slipped his feet into his Ralph Lauren slippers, and headed to the bathroom that was attached to his room. After a 10min shower, Terrell stepped out and stood in front the mirror, and rubbed his hand across it to get the steam off. Terrell was the true definition of ‘tall, dark, and handsome’ he was about 6’3, dark smooth skin not a blemish in site, and a set of pretty white teeth anyone has ever seen. Terrell quickly brushed his head full of waves and applied his wave cream, and then brushed his teeth.
    Once Terrell was done in the bathroom, he dressed in a pair of air Jordan 13 Retro, sweatpants, and a white tee-shirt; he was keeping it simple today.  Terrell grabbed his keys, wallet and tucked his chrome handled 9mm inside sweats; even though he was no longer selling drugs he knew money was the root of all evil and he had a lot of money.
    Checking himself over once again in his floor to ceiling mirror, he nodded in approval and headed out the door.
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    Terrell pulled his silver Audi tt coupe with chrome rims into second street parking lot; Second Street was a local family owned restaurant that Terrell and Renz always met at, because it was convenient and the food was good.
    Terrell quickly exited his car, and after hitting the alarm on his key ring he headed inside. “Hey Terrell” the hostess said sexily.
    “What’s up?” Terrell said as he nodded his head, and continued walking to his normal seat, he ignored her gesture because one, he hated a chick that threw themselves at him, and two because he knew she had already let Renz smash in the bathroom last week.
    Terrell got to the booth where he and Renz normally sat, and Renz was not there “this shit is starting to be a regular with him” Terrell said out loud as he slid into booth.
    “Hey Terrell” The waitress said as she placed a water in front of him, and a jack and coke where Renz would sit. Terrell rarely drank, and he when he did he made sure it was not when he was handling business, Renz on the other hand drank whenever the opportunity presented itself.
    Moments later in walked Renz, with his phone glued to ear, while flirting with every woman he passed; he was just that type of guy.
    “What’s good baby boy?” Renz said as he slid into the booth while dapping Terrell