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Chapter Thirty five

Things fall apart, the centre cannot hold

- Chinau Achebe

4:30pm

Cairo, Egypt.

Aachen's POV.

My neighbour's stupid trumpet rang  loud that I cursed from my sleep.

"Fool!" I muttered beneath my breath, panting and I sat up. I scrunched my eyes in anger because the abrupt wake.

I rested my head on the bedstand and my reflection from the mirror called my attention and I rose up to the it.

I slowly swayed my hips at the rhythm and blues  song booming with an average volume from my brother's room. I touched my hair and drew it with an air of importance.

Beautiful

That's my second name.

I stopped and walked back

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