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Timing Love


Kate had just passed the night at her cousin's apartment after a slight tiring journey all the way from Abuja. It's a Saturday morning and Kate have waken up ahead of her cousin. Atoto is still in her blanket with her body covered from the head to the toe not knowing that Kate was already awake and seated at her reading table. She's not reading but had turned her face to the big mirror beside her.

What could be going through her head? Is it her awaiting exams? Of course not. Is it her looks? Surely no. It's her brother. He's rejected her phone calls last night for reasons she could not figure out. Could it be that he was with one of those bitches of his, well perhaps. Kate trust Cyrus to be that odd only when he's with a woman. Just hope he's ok. She thought and the narose to get her phone but couldn't remember where she's dropped it. She turned round and round but couldn't trace it.


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