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your name?”
“Adzo.”
“How old are you?”
“Eleven.”
His throat tightened harder.
Eleven.
The exact timeline made his pulse start hammering.
“When was this photo taken?”
“Yesterday,” she answered softly. “At Korle Bu.”
Kojo stared at the picture again.
Safa looked weak.
Terribly weak.
But unmistakably alive.
A thousand memories hit him at once.
Safa laughing while rain continue reading …
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