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2024-10-29 19:42:56‘Dude, didn’t you hear what I said?!’
He quickly shoved it into his pocket. ‘What’s going on?’ he asked her panicking.She lowered her head towards him. ‘The letter’s from your moms.’‘What…how…?’‘You know Nurse Flo?’He nodded quickly.‘Her full name is Florence Jones. She my aunty. From my pops’ side.’Sineas looked beyond bewildered.Bubblegum girl went on, ‘When you visited your moms in Breechwood Asylum, your moms told my aunty Flo that you was learning here. So my aunty told me ta take care of you. And since your moms can’t cull you on the phone coz the feds could track it, it means I’m gonna have ta be the middleman or middle chick between you two.’Sineas still looked baffled. He was trying hard to understand. He smiled. ‘Thank you but…where is she…now?’ he asked her anxio
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