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“We don’t do gangs,” Dezi said, stepping forward.

“You’re the one who’s been taking the bread from the back of the mosque,” said the tallest one. His name was Dezi. He had a scar cutting through his left eyebrow like a river through a map. blackboy additionz

That night, they brought him to the basement of an abandoned laundromat. It smelled like bleach and old secrets, but there were cots, a propane stove, and a wall covered in names—dozens of them, written in marker and chalk and what looked like blood. Rashawn. Amara. Little K.C. Miss Pearl. “We don’t do gangs,” Dezi said, stepping forward

Leo almost laughed. “Additionz? Like math?” “We don’t do gangs