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Post by pgizzle434 on Jul 31, 2010 2:44:50 GMT -5
Sam "BrimLow" Fisher sits on his porch with a few Brims. They smoke and conversate. A young man walks up to them.
Stranger: Say... which one of yall is Sam? Sam: Who wants to know? *Reaches for his Tec 9* Stranger: His son does.
Sam looks at the young man carefully.
Sam: .......Eric? *theBrims look puzzled* Eric: Yea Sam: What's brings you here? Eric: I need a place to stay. Mom's dead and the gang is all f^cked up. Sam: Damn E. Pull up a chair nigga. You family.
Eric sits in a chair and joins the group. He meets them and they seem to get along.
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