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Divepen1:
I don't understand you.

continue, sir

Stark up!!!

this is going to be great

we were all there, at grave to share moment with her.
I enjoyed it.

Yampotatocarrot:
Bros u shouldn't have posted this naa... I'm at work n U JUST SPOILED MY MOOD

laughs.

Sorry enh, your mood will change just eat YAM POTATO CARROT. [

Just when he thought he had escaped, he turned a corner and met his doom. A metal on the wall pierced into his neck, and he tasted his own blood: the bitter taste of death, it drenched his chest, down his struggling body.

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Hmm

Divepen1 I want to try.

The tall handsome man before me is a lunatic. Though he was neatly dressed in an
expensive black suit and bearded - well trimmed across his chin to his cheeks, his words makes no sense. The
pleasant
smell of his perfume filled my nostrils and spread across the spacious
exotic office. It was strong, so strong I think I might only afford it with my salary by fasting for one month. It, the scent, was assisted to filter across by the working air condition. He smiled, hands clamped in a fist across my wooden table. Rich, but he was talking and explaining things like a mad man.


His dentition looks mechanical. It glints as he opened his sets of
teeth, too accurate to be called natural.

‘I have never seen you before’ I said and he smiled, tilted his face
to the sides and back at me.
'Neither have I’ he said, the smile still on his face – a disturbance
to my awaken irritation.

'But you said my name, even said we had lived together for so long’

‘Yes’ he nodded. I stared at him as if he was a runaway patient of a mental hospital. He knew I wanted explanation, a good explanation of how we had lived together and had never met before: I wasn't wrong to question is mental healthiness.

'In the past twelve hours every main character of a book and one
other character where made to meet their creator – a very rare
opportunity’ He continued, stood from the chair, pocketed one of his
hand and stared down at me. ‘I was
chosen from your story.'

I could only let out a chuckle, looked away from him, his eyes of
defined seriousness was eating me up; antagonising what he was saying. It was so hard to believe. An elephant riding a termite is just the same story - unbelievable.

'You want me to believe that hun?' I sighed in frustration, ran my palms on my face - maybe the hallucination might stop.

‘You see it’s hard to believe for me either’

‘who gave you the opportunity you are talking about?’

'I don’t know either, let’s say some mighty powers’

I laughed hard
this time. And I saw he was hurt, silent and stared at me. My laugh
seized. He was serious but I am a “thomas”. This is playing like a fairy movie - fantassy.

‘You made my hair low, dark thin eyebrows, inured me with a
smile’ he stopped to look at me, his words were not yet convincing. ‘Am tall...' he
turned briskly as to furnish me the proof of his full height, as if I was noticing him for the first time.

‘You made me to be an heart breaker' he smiled and touched his bears. I beleived he had a satisfaction for being 'an heart breaker'

'And you made me fall
in love and later broke Sarah's heart' he paused and his smile vapourises to a sorry face.

My brain froze for a minute – the name Sarah struck me. No one had
ever read my book. This man,
released by the 'mighty powers' was narrating it’s content.


'You mean the female P.A'

'Yes and I still want her in my life, permanently this time'

The truth is that have written a love story
between a man and his female assistant. I was bewildered as if I saw a
ghost taking antibiotics.

'You are Titus Bartholomew?' I asked, my wide curiosity gaining some clarity.

'That was the name you gave me Mr. k, T.B for short.'

I sighed. 'What do you want, why, how did you find me?'


' I was released at the door of your office' he choosed to answer my last question first 'and what I want? – I can’t
wait to marry.....'

A knock interrupted our conversation. And a woman in blue strapless denim dress
stepped in. The gown danced to the affections of the wind. The wind accessing the office from the door she left opened. Her cat-walk was made noiseless by
the brown rug. My guest and I stared at her. We were caught in
hurriedly flowing bloods, lost voice, seductive figure.
A little chubby body that I could carry, my male visitor will do that more
easily than me. Her shaped face etched a frown, red painted lips were curvy and exposed shoulder's, arm's skin was zinc smooth. Her attention was
directed at me.

'Mr. K' her voice was as beautiful as the voice of Michael, the dead Jackson.

'I have had enough heartbreaks, I want T. B back' she fumed, her arms folded below her breasts that craved attention of their own.

'Sarah?' I said simultaneously with another voice.

‘hun,hun?' She squinted, her nose crisped in at the middle like a
tied nylon.

We were right, she was sarah.She looked at me in disdain, evidences of what I had written
about her; she becomes manner -less when angry: she did not greet, and
left the door open.

I looked from one visitor to the other - two minds, one want.

sits

my spot stolen, settled for less

this forced me to login

'do not publish for expediency sake'

Divepen1:
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I need ur whatsapp contact sir

adebayo201:
senbonza kurakageyoshi

thank u, d tin too long

parks keke.

sits besides his dico