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Is that Jealousy?
Nandi’s POV Angelo’s call came at a really bad time. Not only did I want to make out with my boyfriend one last time before he leaves, but also why would an old fling be calling me? What could he possibly want after so long? I sit on the couch and listen in. “Nandi it has been so long how are you?” he sounds so excited to be speaking to me, it wish it was the same thing for me. “I am well thanks and yourself?” I try to much his energy but not to lead him on. “I have been okay except missing you.” What missing me? Dude we had a fling that lasted a few weeks over four years ago and now you are missing me? No that cannot be right. The kitchen door opens and Wiza walks out, coming to sit right opposite from where I am seated on the three-seater couch. I freeze. “Hello Nandi, a
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