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things. “I swear to God I’m too caught up in this shit. I don’t even know why I’m still fucking with you. You don’t give a damn about me, and I’m tired of playing myself for you!”
    “Yo, my man—”
    “My name is Yuri!”
    “Yuri—”
    “Don’t fuckin’ talk to me!”
    “Why are you so pissed?” he asked, taken aback. “You never acted like this before; and we’ve said all kind of shit to each other.”
    “Why am I so pissed? What the fuck you think?!” Yuri’s voice started to crack and her bottom lip trembled. She kicked the pillow they’d knocked on the floor earlier out of her way. “You so caught up in yourself and everything you doin’ you don’t even think about how somebody else feels. I swear to God I can’t stand y’all foreign no-good, fig-boat motherfuckers. I’ma leave all y’all asses alone and stick with the American I got at home!”
    “Yo.” Britt walked toward Yuri and backed her into a corner. “Apparently your American husband ain’t got yo’ ass in check. Otherwise you wouldn’t be standing in my face. But see, this West Indian right here will gank yo’ fuckin’ ass if you ever disrespect me again. Matter fact, peep this: It’s over.” He waved his hand as if he were slicing through the air.
    “Over?” Yuri felt as if she’d been slashed across the throat. She couldn’t believe he’d ended it. When did he get this kind of power to decide when and if they could be together? Who the hell was he? God? “Over? Did you say it was over?” she asked. “We’d have to be together in order for it to be over. And I’m already married. So as far as I’m concerned you can kiss…my…wide…black…ass, you no-good motherfucker.” Tears raced from her eyes as she started collecting her clothes, which he’d so hastily strewn around the room earlier.
    Britt pushed her back into the corner and pressed his forehead against hers. “I’ma ’bout two seconds off yo’ ass, so just tell me you love me, ’cause all this extra shit is gon’ get you killed.”
    “Move!” She wiped her eyes and pushed past him. She did her best to slip her blouse on.
    Britt wasn’t used to seeing Yuri act like this, so he stood back and watched her. Once he saw she was serious he said, “Man, calm yo’ ass down.”
    “Oh, I’m calm. I’m calm enough to say ‘fuck you’ and not think twice about it.”
    Britt had to laugh.
    “Now I’ma joke?”
    “I didn’t say that.”
    “Whatever.”
    “Where are you going, Yuri?”
    “I’m going”—she rolled her eyes—“to fuck my husband.”
    “What?” Britt looked at her so intensely that she felt at any moment she would get her ass kicked. She watched his jaw twitch and his protruding pecks thump twice.
    “Do what you gotta do, ma’, you ain’t my shittin’ wife. Fuck it. You too goddamn bol’face anyway. Run so that niggah can think you nuttin’ over his sterile-ass dick, but I know the real deal. Matter fact”—Britt waved his hands and his pecks thumped again—“I don’t even know why I’m trippin’ off this shit. I just said it was over. So fuck it. Bounce!”
    Yuri felt her knees giving way. “You know what? I hate you!” she shouted through her tears.
    Britt couldn’t stand that she was crying like this, especially knowing that he was the cause. “Come here,” he said as he motioned for Yuri to move next to him. “Why we arguing? This is ridiculous. Forgive me? I forgive you.”
    Yuri stood where she was and replied, “I wish I would. To hell with you.”
    Britt walked over to her and carefully unbuttoned her blouse; sliding it off, he said, “You in love with me?”
    Yuri did her best to look away. She knew if she faced him she wouldn’t have the nerve to lie.
    “Your feelings about to run you crazy.” Britt dropped the towel from around his waist. “I warned you I was a rude boy.” He started kissing the side of her neck.
    Instantly her nipples stood up. “Britt, just let me