Unknown Story
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- Relax
- Millions of people around the world have heard the name Khalil Harris, and have developed their own ideas of who he was. Who was he to you?
- One of my best friends. We knew each others since we were babies. If he were here, he'd point out that he was five months, two weeks, and three days older than me. But that's who Khalil is-was.
- I sit in the loveseat across from Mrs. Carey. I've never been able to cross my legs, for whatever reason, so that's out of the question. They check my mic, and Mrs, Carey tells me to relax. Soon, the cameras are rolling.
- He was a jokester. Even when things were hard, he'd somehow find some light in it. And he...
- Khalil was more than he may have realized.
- I know that some people call him a thug, but if you knew him, that wasn't the case at all. I'm not saying he's an angle or anything, but he wasn't a bad person.
- He was a kid.
- Damn. It hurts to correct myself.
- What do you think about the people who focus on the not-so-good aspect of him? The fact that he may have sold drugs?
- My voice cracks. I know it's corny, but I think he's here. His nosy a** would show up just to make sure I say the right things. Probably calling me his number one fan or some annoying title that only Khalil can think of. I miss that boy.
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