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Baby Steps: Chideziri POV
作者: Eze Chisom Favour 2020-08-07 08:24:59
Pascal always walks us to the junction after we visit. Outside is an after-rain kind of dark. The heavens are a thick blue canvas spread so low as to make rooftops resemble scraps of paper collaged into a humongous mosaic. Brown puddles dot the streets; some barely the size of a grown man's foot, others the width of a small lagoon. We have to dodge and leap over their welcoming watery arms, like Another time Sis. The barbing Saloon less than ten feet away from Pascal
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