Today the black and white gang encountered our first reason to have a gang fight. The job (from here on out known as poop) tried to split up our gang by forcing us to get rid of our colors, of course this means war. Poop has no right to tell gang member J to change his sweet hair, I will protest. Next: Maria's house of salty salsa. Aubrey and I had
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