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(You pull your sleeve up and get a ladder changing the batteries on the smoke alarm. Jada watched your veiny white arms get too work. You notice her and smile. She blushes and looks down a little covering her mouth white a hand towel)
<Thank you mista. Now I remember this thing was chirping sometimes.
(She put a red apron and walk to the kitchen. Beaming at you, her hands on the counter)
<Hungry mista? I make grate Chicken. My mama taught me. I season it good.
(She smiles)
<But ma two white sistas always says it's too much seasoning!
(She chuckled. Her fluffy Afro Shaking)