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For ten years, Lorenzo Stone and I were in a tumultuous relationship, full of love and conflict. I was the fiercest fishmonger girl in the market, and he was the wildest guy around. We fought back-to-back during brawls, our days were bitter, but there was always a hint of sweetness. But on the day he became a big shot in the gang world by sheer ruthlessness, a sultry woman named Monica Blackwell, dressed in a long dress, appeared by his side. He thought I would cry and scream, tearing Monica apart out of jealousy. Nervously, he sent dozens of his men to follow me day and night. Instead, I burned everything he had left behind and severed all ties with him. We became each other's taboo, never to be mentioned again. Then one day, Monica suddenly decided she wanted to cook herself. Lorenzo accompanied her to buy groceries, and they came to my fish stall. Flying fish scales splattered onto Monica's clothes, and Lorenzo, in a fit of anger, overturned my fish stall. "Jazmine Winters, five years, and you're still just as petty. You belong right here in the gutter," he shouted. He expected me, with my stubborn nature, to lunge at him and fight tooth and nail. But instead, I just squatted down, picking up the wet bills one by one. "The stall is 300. The digital scale you broke costs 10. You owe me 310 dollars," I said calmly. Lorenzo scoffed and threw me a black card. He sneered, "You're really scraping for chump change now, Jazmine? You've lost all your spine." Lost my spine? Maybe I had. After all, with late-stage cancer, I just wanted to die comfortably.