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Chapter 18
K for King
I walked past our living room when a familiar voice suddenly echoed in our house.
“Here comes the big boy, mama!” she shouted.
Oh, I remember, it was one of those voices I don’t want to hear before, but I guess I missed it so much that it made me smile.
“Hey, sis. Since when did you go home?” I asked her.
“This afternoon, I want to see all of you for a little while, so I’d be staying until next week,” she said.
“You don’t have classes?”
“It’s our school foundation anniversary anyway. Attending is your option.”
“Is college tough?” I asked her.
“I’m tougher,” she said.<
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