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Green Chapter Three

Walking back through the Emerald Lady Shopping Center parking lot Kenya bumped into Nubia her one and only friend. Who was the owner of Hair City which Kenya was a faithful customer to. Nubia greeted Kenya with a hug. "How are you doing?" asked Nubia. "As fine as can be" answered Kenya. "Can I do a walk in today?" "Now Kenya you know you're my homegirl. I'll look out for you just let me run in and grab a few things real quick." It didn't take Nubia no time to pick out something and pay for it. Kenya followed Nubia back to her hair salon. Nubia unlocked the doors to Hair City and had Kenya to take a seat. "So what's up?" Asked Nubia. Kenya was glowing but Nubia didn't know why. "You know what? You been trying to get me to dread my hair for the longest. I'm going to let you dread my hair." Nubia almost fell over when she heard Kenya's words. "What on earth made you decide to make a drastic change all of a sudden?" A man said Kenya. "Guurrrilll tell me who he is and what he looks like." "He's name is Malik Maxwell Williams. He showed up at the bank Friday to open an account. I'm changing my look to get him to notice me." "He's tall I'll say around 6"3", milk chocolate skin, small eyes like a chinese, and deep waves in his hair. "You have to see him for yourself." written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Red Seven aka The Green Poet aka The Brown Philosopher

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Date: 3/1/2014 10:24:00 AM
Very unique! Write on Man, write on! --Thanks for sharring. Larry Berdoo
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