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January 2
Uncle Max came back home today after two nights of sleeping outside his house. Merely looking at his face, I knew he had done a lot of adult things with Miss Bisi. Things he wouldn't be willing to tell me about.
"Good morning," Uncle Max said to me as he sat down and turned on the TV.
"Good morning. How are you?" I asked.
"Tired. Yesterday was the best day of my life," Uncle Max declared.
"What made it the best day of your life?"
"You know the reason, Perer. Of course, it is Miss Bisi. That woman is an angel sent from heaven. She will forever be in my life because I will make sure she doesn't go anywhere far from me."
I sat down close to Uncle Max in a way that would made someone to think that I was about to counsel him on some important issues.
"Do you really really like Miss Bisi?" I asked Uncle Max.
"Yes! I really really like Miss Bisi and I want to be with her forever."
"Then ask her to be your wife. There is n
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