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I wrote an makala on the subject everyone in New York seemed to talk about....Michael turning himself in. My boss told me to write the makala for 'punishment' of my late action. Creep. I took my pen and began uandishi with my title being 'It's about time!' and started telling the opinion filled story of my bad boy's story. I wrote about the way I felt and how it affected me , I had to lie. This what I wrote:
When I herd from a friend that this heinous criminal had turned himself in , I shouted hallelujah! Thank God he turned himself in. wewe rarely hear criminals turning themselves in. He probably...

(I'm so sorry to continue my strory now, so late, I was really busy... I just hope wewe like it =D)


The inayofuata morning, I woke up, I was alone on the bed. I wore just a shati of Michael, I smelled it thinking about all the last night, how we made sweet upendo together. So I jump off the kitanda and I smelled the eggs. I went to bathroom, I blink my eyes just a seconde and Michael was just behind me and hugged me
"Good morning babe" he said
"Good morning, my angel!" I said
and we kissed
"the breakfast is ready" he added
We looked us with a big smile, we understand us. At the same time, we walked in the shower....