"Oh." I said. Now my tears were falling like rain drops. My moyo broke in half, then again in quarters, then again into eighths. Who was she? When did they meet? How did they meet? My head was swarming with maswali that I couldn't answer.
"I'm sorry."
"I, I, I have to go." I alisema trying to mask my tears. I failed miserably.
"Elle-" Prince alisema detecting my crying. I hung up. He called back, I didn't answer. He left a message. I couldn't bare to listen to it.
By this time I was practically sobbing, laying on my kitanda and eating ice cream. Paris came and tried to console me. Eventually I just...
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