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for them. For herself.
Because she had learned in 5 hard years that bitterness is the only prison you build and then also agree to live in.
She pulled a chair and sat across from them. Her voice, when it came, was calm and clear.
“I am not going to give you money.”
Mama Ife’s jaw tightened.
“Not because I cannot, but because that is not what either of us continue reading …
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