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I ironed my skimpy denim gown with so much caution paying attention to the rumpled edges. I neatly placed in on top of my bag and proceeded to make my hair. I have a long thick hair and even though I couldn't afford wigs and various kinds of hair extensions, I was glad braids give me an awesome look. I braid my hair every week. Tonight, I'll be going to the annual ghetto Fiesta. The event is to hold in Greenland. It was the event of the moment. It held once a year and we always looked forward to it. I will braid my hair and put on my well ironed denim gown. My golden sandals would definitely make my look complete, simple and a bit dashing. I knocked on Jamila's door and she invited me in. Jamila Ali had magic hands and I believe her braids were made for me. She braided my hair every week and her styles never stop coming. I sat on the little mat spread on the floor. She went inside, grabbed her wrapper because she had only a short skirt on then she came out and sat on the long
SADUWOIt seems Fetty's suspicions have been confirmed but what lies ahead? Is she going to far?
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