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I'll add more warnings if need be as the book develops. The characters and settings are Nigerian and I understand there are words and terms you won't understand if you're not Nigerian, so please feel free to leave an inline comment asking what I mean. I'm almost always active so I'd reply ASAP. I hope you give this book a lot of love and support. It would mean a lot to me. Thanks for choosing Subdued!