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it either, as if money can fold it up and put it away.”
Ife spoke, barely a whisper, still not looking up.
“Adesuwa, I’m sorry.”
The shop held that sentence for a long moment.
Adesuwa looked at her stepsister fully for the first time since they sat down.
“I know you are, Ife.”
Ife’s eyes finally rose, red-rimmed.
“I didn’t… It wasn’t supposed to…”
“It doesn’t continue reading …
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