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Three years. Three years this girl had been saving, suffering, and planning. And for what? To hand everything to me on a plate. God is good.
“Mommy! Mommy, is it there? Did you get it? Let me see. Let me see.”
“Come and collect your future, my daughter. Your ticket is ready.”
“She is going to wake up, Ango Mado. What are we going to tell her?”
“Tell her?continue reading …
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