It Felt Like Love

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You know it looks more suspicious

if you stand outside, right?

Shh.

Come on. Just touch it.

No.

It's not gonna bite.

Come here.

No.

Stop.

Oh, in your pasta

I be gettin' rad

that's focaccia,

doctor Betty Crocker

I spin it proper

laryngitis be the only obstacle

gotta have ya keep

quiet inspire

get a basket of bread you

got traffic ahead, word

call me when you get home.

All right.

Like the second you walk

through the door. Okay.

Please exit through the rear door.

He's too cute.

Yeah.

He, uh, went down on me

for the first time last week.

He did?

Yeah. It was good, but he

definitely needs practice.

Yeah. I hate it

when they need practice.

If you're not gonna feed

the dog, neither am I.

We don't even have dog food.

You know where the money is.

You go to the store, you

buy things for yourself.

What's in there, coffee?

Anything good?

Should we euthanize her?

Let's do it. For fun.

Much easier than fighting.

Why are you still wearing

your bathing suit?

It's summer. It's hot.

Let's play a game.

I thought you wanted to watch TV.

I did, but now I'm bored.

Dare.

Like truth or dare?

Like what?

It could be anything.

Come on.

Use your imagination.

It's just not the kind of game

you play with two people.

It's just more fun

with a group, you know?

How 'bout checkers?

Come on.

Come on.

Come on. Please.

Please. Please.

Come on. Come on.

I love how dark I get

during the summer.

Sometimes I get so dark people

actually think I'm black.

Shut up.

It's true.

Do you have any tampons?

No.

Nothing?

I'm kind of irregular, so I

don't need them that much.

That's gonna be a big problem

once you start having sex.

Hey, Chiara!

Oh, hey, Sammy.

How's your summer been?

- It's going good. You?

- Fine.

Do you still work at hall of fame?

Yeah. You should stop by

sometime and say hi.

Okay. All right.

See ya.

No. He's just some guy I

know from my neighborhood.

You sure you never dated him?

No. He's a douche.

He'd f*** anything.

Who was that?

Just some girl I was hanging out with.

Who?

Just some girl.

What's her name?

Jessica.

Is she in your grade?

She's in sixth, going into seventh.

We made out.

You did?

Yeah.

It was all her idea.

I met a guy.

Cool. Where?

At the beach.

He went down on me.

All right.

It was good, but he needs practice.

So, what are you doing later?

Probably going out.

All right. So, I'll just

come over after dinner.

Wanna help?

No.

What else do you have to do today?

Stuff.

Like?

Stuff.

You used to like to help.

Please exit through the rear door.

You can't get her or whatever.

I was, like, "all right. Watch me."

I walk over to introduce myself.

Bro, this girl is 35 years old.

Thirty-five?

Thirty-five.

How'd that go?

I didn't think I was gonna get it.

Talked to her about five minutes.

Next thing you know, boom, got

her number, and that was it.

Maybe that's cause there

was no more alcohol left.

I took a walk to mobil.

And, like, this guy is

standing at the window,

and he's taking mad long.

And I'm, like, "hurry the f*** up.

I'm trying to get my beer."

He's like,

"oh, shut up."

Did you hit him?

Yeah. This hand is killing me.

Yeah?

Yeah. I knocked him out.

Hi.

Hey.

How's it going?

Good.

Cool, uh, I was just in the

neighborhood. Shopping.

Where do you live?

Gravesend.

And you were shopping around here?

Yeah.

Mmm.

How do I know you again?

The beach.

That's right.

You look different.

Yeah.

So, do you go to murrow with Chiara?

Yeah.

That's a nerdy school, right?

Like, it is and it isn't.

Mm-hmm.

What school do you go to?

Kingsborough.

High school or college?

College.

Um, I should get back to work.

Yeah. Uh, do you have matches?

You know that's bad for you, right?

Yeah.

Lila, you're late again.

Class started 15 minutes ago.

Hurry up and get in there.

I am the motherf***er

rookie of the year

mykki blanco, young Castro

chill

we on that chill tip,

real high

we feelin' real loose,

real fly

we on that chill tip,

real high

we feelin' real loose,

real fly

welcome to hell b*tches,

this is mykki blanco

new world order motherf***er,

follow pronto

get in line, nigga

your soul is mine, nigga

your scaredy cat p*ssy

motherfuckers can't deliver

maybe she born with it

maybe it was maybelline

all white blanco give your

heathen ass a christening

nigga's so greasy in the

daylight, he glistening

"this fag can rap" yeah, they

saying that they listening

pissing in the wind

at the 4:
00 A.M. spot

blazed off the indica

a bottle of ciroc

a mouth full of pop

chug it in the pay phone

1-800-loco, motherfuckers

y'all can go home

I'm the new rufio

y'all ain't know

I pimp slap you b*tch niggas

with my limp wrist, bro

what the f*** I gotta prove

to a room full of dudes

who ain't listening

to my words

'cuz they staring at my shoes

we, we, we make love tonight

in the back of the club,

yeah, we feeling all right

lights, lights low

this sh*t feel crazy

low-key loose niggas know

we getting wavvy

we getting wavvy, yeah,

wavvy, yeah, wavvy

yeah, wavvy,

yeah, wavvy, yeah, wavvy

yeah, wavvy, yeah, wavvy,

yeah, wavvy

yeah, wavvy, huh,

we getting wavvy

When I walk through

'hoods, 'cause

I like your hair as it is.

It gets so light in the summer.

It's pretty.

I hate it.

Yeah, that's why I'm

tryin' to go global

yeah, that's why I'm

tryin' to be a mogul

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