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Long while I haven't come on line now having read this short story of yours, I so much feel like writing something as well.

Very motivating and spiring

kudos！

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I tropped a comment on your blog i don't know if you have received it, it mainly a request though.

Title: Tears Of A Grown Man
Sniplet: In the eyes of a stranger love breath worse
Author: Glory Joseph Dinne

It is an epic story of an orphan who was bought by love in the journey of happiness and truely believed in it but too unfortunately, uncovered his doom through the heart of his love.

Thanks.

Three (3) listing out of ten (10), what happened to the rest on the list..?

Following....

Let us don't get it twisted including Chimamanda, the truth of the topic is actuallay she was beginning to be popular but the featuring line of her Novel gave her more popularity.
She should have sat down for a while to reason it! If she hasn't done a good job, their is no how it would have cut attention of such a huge personality.

Any how, anyway, she should show gratitude even though is beyond her ego.

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The stern voice of Ms Oldie Osten welcomes him after eight years of desertion in an un-usual way with two antilope eyes of hers bugging out and below the eye lid were crease lines which were once upon a time smooth.
'Where has that beauty I do admire back then gone to..?' The lad ask his mind, his eyes focused on her, hm!, age indeed has really done justice on her in such a due time, what a waste of beauty too bad! The young man concealed his thought in a pity sentiment, Ms Oldie Osten understanding the look on his face was that of lost as he stare aimlessly, she retrive the lad by throwing a question at him
'It has been eight years precisely am I right..?
'Hum?!' he uttered in faint voice 'Yeah right', his sense kick back to his usual being
Ms Oldie Osten glued her face on him to have more words from him possibly an explaination for the long berth he has given her but the lad struggled for words, from his wild open mouth nothing reasonable seem to come out obviously, his brain did not compile the speech he was going to render to the old lady but what was he thinking..? Did he not know he may likely bump into her.., knowing fully well he was coming to her house and as such pay his homage..? Probably he thought he will be fortunate not to find her out side.
What are you telling me..? You very well know that no amount of change can clea out the spots of a tiger therefore, old habit never die. At every dusk Ms Oldie Osten has an habit of starring at the sky which has live and grow old along with her but why does she always do that..? Riddle said, she has her mouth stock in the sky and her eyes is doing the bidding.