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14: Yoruba Demond
“You still haven't told me why you threw that fine flower away,” Annie tells me while we're talking — with Amanda included — in the living room.
I'm still contemplating my reply, when Diamond storms into the house, sending all of us to our feet.
Upon seeing her swollen cheeks and tears leaking from her black eye, we run toward her.
“Diamond.” I gasp as she covers her face.
“What happened to you?” Annie asks.
“Blood of Jesus,” Amanda says with her hands over her mouth.
Diamond doesn't answer anybody as she goes straight to her room and locks the door.
The three of us exchange puzzled glances, each asking a question of our own with no one to give us answers.
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