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Chapter 93-next life scores
Khalifa's POV "Don't be so hateful," I could tell she was leaning on the wall, "rather, you should be grateful that you are useful at this point in your life. Literally everyone has abandoned you. Am I not the only one you have left?" Her footsteps got distant after that. She was done and I had no comeback except that I hated this. I didn't ask to be f*****g born! This was hell. "I hate my life. I hate that I was even carried by this woman." The tears started to flow again as I thought about my father. The little memory I had of him had gotten too faint and I could only remember the purple umbrella in the only picture I had of him before it got burnt. It brought comfort. Just a little bit of comfort to me until I remembered that it took two to made a baby. If he hadn't fallen f
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