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Chapter 8 : Who's Mrs. Sherrill?

I'm clubbing like this is my last night on Earth, but I think that's just the way my mind avoids thinking about the hangover to come. The music moves me like I'm a puppet on strings , my head mashing so hard my brain is in shut down mode. There's so much sweet on my skin and not all of its mine. The strobe masks so many of my movements,every clap 9f my hands like it's on pause at different movements. Tomorrow they'll be hell to pay but tonight the alcohol keeps on flowing in like it's on IV drip.

Oh god, it has been two years. The fucking two years but still it feels like as if it's all about yesterday. I have been married to the man who me I don't know and haven't seen yet. Could you believe, I'm married and the person unknown to me. Sometimes I wonder what even I'm doing in this useless boundless bound.

"Naira" my BFF Samini yelled at her peek voice beckoning me to come her way. But , I'm so into the music, which is soothing my heart as lullaby.In the club the good v

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