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outside on a low stool sewing a blouse by the last light of the day. The generator had not come on. She was using the dusk.
“You and this your sewing. As if that is what will take you anywhere.”
“Ife, I am concentrating.”
“I’m only saying. You work and work for what? Some of us have bigger plans.”
“Good. Pursue them.”
“You think you are better than me? continue reading …
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