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CHAPTER FIFTEEN

I couldn’t believe my ears, “Wait Clinton didn’t tell you?” Mrs Smith added looking at me with an intimidating look. If eyes could kill, I could be dead by now.

I looked at the little girl who was now in her mothers arm asking for Clinton. I held back my tears and went to the bedroom,

“Loren, Loren please pick up.” I sounded broken and desperate.

“Babe calm down, what’s the problem?” She asked as soon as she picked.

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