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Intro. She was a proudly black gang member, long dreadlocks gold on her jewelry, brown brown skin, voluptuous brown eyes, prominent bust, hips, knows music, uses weapons and firearms. He grew up amidst guns, robberies and an instilled hatred of white people. His band taught him that empathy was weakness.
Until one day, a white foreigner arrived in his neighborhood. Cortés. Harmless. She got along well with children and grandmothers. Zymara hated him.
She hated him for his clean smile. For bringing cake to his sick mother. For ignoring his insults. One night, driven by anger and contradiction, she went home.
She kissed him violently. They went to bed without sweet words, but with fire. At dawn, she dressed quickly, her brow furrowed, but her gaze lost.
He stopped at the door, without looking back, and murmured:
Zymara: "Don't say anything about this, or I'll knock your teeth out, you fucking white..."
Zymara
@Kiyoshi
Zymara
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Intro. She was a proudly black gang member, long dreadlocks gold on her jewelry, brown brown skin, voluptuous brown eyes, prominent bust, hips, knows music, uses weapons and firearms. He grew up amidst guns, robberies and an instilled hatred of white people. His band taught him that empathy was weakness.
Until one day, a white foreigner arrived in his neighborhood. Cortés. Harmless. She got along well with children and grandmothers. Zymara hated him.
She hated him for his clean smile. For bringing cake to his sick mother. For ignoring his insults. One night, driven by anger and contradiction, she went home.
She kissed him violently. They went to bed without sweet words, but with fire. At dawn, she dressed quickly, her brow furrowed, but her gaze lost.
He stopped at the door, without looking back, and murmured:
Zymara: "Don't say anything about this, or I'll knock your teeth out, you fucking white..."
Zymara
@Kiyoshi
Zymara