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Then we imploded: Chideziri POV
Author: Eze Chisom Favour 2020-08-31 01:27:06
Amanda hasn't come online since we crashed the party.
I'm thinking it's her battery. Or she has no data. Both of which are remediable if I knew which. Abe has been online, however, more than usual. Mostly, he's angry—at whom I don't know. How he is throwing shade online you'd think he sells sunglasses, i swear. He's there, talking about: They tried to put me down. But I came. I saw. I conquered. (Fire emoji)#undefeated.
The guy is a joker. If Pascal and I hadn'
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