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[B]Warehouse District, Atlanta, Georgia[/B]
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The Pastor’s words on television were indeed powerful. Almost even enough to cause Atlanta to sit still for only just a moment. Trucks rapidly deploying from the warehouse district were the exception. Anthony had gotten the word to move the cocaine which meant Bella had heard the news of Hector’s death. When she saw a picture of his body, she had to look away in disgust.

[b]Bella’s Condo, Atlanta, Georgia[/b]

The businesswoman was lounging on her sofa with a glass of merlot in her left hand and her pink Genius Pipe in her right. Six Feet Under by The Weeknd played crisply throughout her living space while she swayed. Her eyes closed, a smile on her face, and nothing to worry about while in her moment of bliss. 

[color=magenta]“You ain’t gon’ catch her cryyy, she ain’t gon’ lose her miind. She ain’t gon’ lose her miiiind…”[/color]