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Chapter fifty-four.
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2020-10-21 19:13:48Mokunfayo Badmus:
If Mike was looking to throw me off guard, he'd succeeded with the question he'd just asked. I stared into his furious eyes, immobile, dumbfounded, because Mike's words turn out to be one of the few gospel truths anyone has ever told me.
I really was a hypocrite.
"So? What have you got to say for yourself?!" Mike thundered while holding his hands open as if gesturing for a hug. "Why do you still want shit to do with me when you know I have ki
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