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Chapter sixty-six.
Almighty Mike:
There were a couple of things that came to my mind when Fuhad had promised a surprise in return for my gift, and of all the possibilities I had come up with and prepared adequately for, having Angel walk into the same dimly lit park I sat in, wasn't one of them.
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Mokunfayo Badmus:"I thought I'd made myself clear about your hair and those ridiculous jewelry you have all-over your face." I'd made sure to stray away from Trigger's earshot—as far as going out to the expensive terrace-slash-gym of the penthouse—before firing my anger towards Stephen. However, the lad didn't seem to be interested in m
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It was weird to be sitting around a table on Christmas after about five years of not observing the tradition. Even the entire imagery of myself, in Trigger's t-shirt and shorts, seated at the head of the oval-shaped table, with a burly, scantil dressed, gay murderer directly opposite me and close to a rebellious nephew that seemed to be avoiding my stare and a talkative niece—who, for some reason, was as quiet as a lamb—was quite the comical portrait of a family.
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