My Bad

When Lance and Allen finally woke up from their late night at The Chapel, they had some leftovers together in the kitchen.

“Dude…I’m gonna have to eat my words! You had the FINEST girl in the place all night! Even with your stupid outfit! How does that work,” Allen said.

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“When you got it, you got it!”

“Ha! I guess. My bad, man. I suppose you do have game.”

“Well, not really. I knew her.”

“Oh! That doesn’t count then. Who was that?”

“Myra!”

“Myra Macon? From long time ago?”

“Yeah! Isn’t that crazy?”

“Whoa…she’s even finer than she was before.”

“Seriously. I almost didn’t recognize her.”

“So, what’s going on with that? Have you kept in touch?”

“No. I don’t really know why, but that’s going to change. I’m not letting her go again.”

“You better not. ‘Cuz if you don’t…I’m gonna get her!”

“Hey! Watch it.”

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