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Chapter 17.

It's half eight in the night and Karabo just went to bed, I guess his hangover is really high. No pun intended. Right now I'm sitting in my room scrolling through Instagram really bored and not tired at all.

Sleep finally calls me to its land and as I'm about to go I hear the kitchen light being lit, it's probably Karabo who woke up hungry. Nothing new there. I hear a crash of plates and cussing in a native language.

"What the fuck! Why the hell are these plates put right here so close to the door. Mara u khou itan K!" The voice hissed, and I immediately recognise it. What is she doing back here so early, she didn't even spend a whole week at home?

I get out of my be

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