Jamal Banged My Mom! [v0.67a] (No Survey)

Jamal sighed, setting his cup down. "Your mom and I... we've been talking for a while now. I know it was wrong, but... I care about her."

I slid into the seat across from him, my heart racing. "I know what happened with my mom," I said, the words tumbling out. Jamal Banged My Mom! [v0.67a]

The version 0.67a in the title might suggest this was a draft or early version of a much larger and more complex story. Life, much like software, is in constant development, always iterating towards a better, or at least different, version. Jamal sighed, setting his cup down

My mind reeled as I tried to piece together the fragmented information. How could this be? Jamal was like a brother to me, and my mom... she was someone I thought I knew better than anyone. The message hadn't provided any details, just a stark declaration that seemed to upend my entire world. The next day, I decided to confront Jamal. I found him at the usual spot, a quaint coffee shop on the outskirts of town. He was sipping on a latte, oblivious to the storm brewing inside me. I know it was wrong, but

I felt a wave of anger and sadness wash over me. "Care about her? You've been my best friend, and you do this?"

"Explain," I demanded.