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Twenty-One
Christy heard the soft pounding on her me door which pulled her back from her thoughts.
She had stared into oblivion so long she lost sight of what troubled her, only that she had more than enough to keep her in such position.
She turned the knob of the door,
“Delivery for Miss Christiana,” Andre stood there holding a television with both hands. She stood jaw-dropped, staring at him dressed almost completely as a delivery man.“Sshh... We need to talk,” he forced himself inside. he dropped the object on the table, he closed rushed to the windows, took a peek outside before dropping the curtain for each one of them.
He stopped to calm the rising tension inside him. He took a deep breath, turned towards her, almost as calm as he could possibly be.
“Where we in love?” as awkward as it had sounded coming fr
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