Andrew She fixed her eyes on my scar and it pierced deep into my soul leaving me all cramped up inside. she tried to touch the skin surface where the scar had taken up its everlasting position as a reminder of what I suffered in the past, my uncle’s hardness and brutality; his babric attitudes towards me and why uptil date, his death remained a mystery to everyone else but not to me. She sipped her coffee, it steamed of nice aromas that were indeed aluring to my senses, then…
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