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... He hopped into his K3 and drove straight to his old rundown apartment complex, the kind of place where shadows clung to every corner. Parking in the dim, grimy lot, he felt a twinge of unease—hope no one messes with the car—but figured a quick visit wouldn’t tempt fate.
He climbed the creaky stairs to Unit 702 and knocked. Jamal swung the door open, his face lighting up.
"Yo, what’s good? You back in the hood?" Jamal hollered over his shoulder, "Kylie, check who’s here!"
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