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TWENTY-THREE

Obi leaned his head backwards to rest on Mira’s lap, by this time, she was almost done with his corn rows and it was about five pm. She had to prepare for the show that night, and he, well he—

—he had to do whatever the fuck he did by five pm. On a normal day, that would be to talk to Abdul till ti...

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