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Exodus: Chideziri & Amanda
CHIDEZIRI
I kiss her now, because when she's gone, I want to remember how her smile tastes mixed with tears. I want to remember the flayed pink that the sky took on, how rays peered down through clouds. I want to remember the mangroves, their dying leaves forming a glade of rusted confetti. I want to remember the sun, before it was eclipsed.~
AMANDALeft to Aunty Seedy, suffocation by embracing is how I'd die. "Nne, I'll miss you sorely." She says, smothering me. I lose count after the seventh hug. All our stuff will be moved to her house. Sofas,Related chapters
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