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34. Talks, again.
She reread the message all over, even after sending it, it felt quite unreal, as though she had made a terrible mistake by doing that. Perhaps, she really did make a mistake by sending it. She had let her rage blind her from thinking things over before executing anything, if only she had thought of the implication of the message she had sent, then she might have not started in the first place. She sighed deeply, burying her head deep into her knees, her long black her cascading down her knees at the same time. And she wondered again, for the hundredth time, would things have been different if she hadn't had s*x with Abubakar? Or if she hadn't married him after all that? Would things have been different if she'd left him earlier than she did? Maybe she wouldn't have been this broken had it
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