A CRY FOR LOVE BOOK 2: The sound of the coffee maker was louder than normal in my ears as I watched my mother enjoying the pleasure of me asking her help. I had no other way now that things got to this point. Mario was calling it an obsession, but I called it getting back what belonged to me. I wasn't going to let Chisomo, take away my man and my baby, for me whether I didn't get to carry it, I knew it was mine since the man it was conceived from...
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