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Aramide touched her head. It hadnt seen the sun for weeks neither had the winds kissed it. She feared the ilarun wouldnt make a path through the thickness. My God she shrieked as morayo launched the comb through without consent or permission. You wan kill person. Leave my head. Her anger was not directly meant for her cousin but it whiplash cut through her heart and she bled tears she had long held on to and the pain unbearable. ...
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