“I got an idea.”—Chloe Chloe and Mia were sitting on the couch in the living room eating all of Lesa’s Oreo cookies and drinking her milk. Having smoked two blunts back to back, their minds were calm, and they were contemplating what to stuff between their jaws next. “Did you notice how clear Farah’s face is now?” Chloe asked. “When Dr. Martin called earlier, he said she not seeing him, but doing something else. I wonder what that is?”“She snapped on me when I called him the last time she got ...sick,” Mia started. “She must be doing something right though, because she look good.”“Well, I need to find out what it is because I’m tired of having to be careful everywhere I go. We can’t go out if it’s too sunny, we can’t be around certain odors ... I’m just sick of it!”“What’s funny is Grandma got the same shit and she look fine,” Mia said.“Yeah ... but she don’t use soap, and she ain’t got no friends either because of her body odor. Mamma likes to look pretty and wear perfumes and lotions.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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