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Jun 2019
I miss those days,
the ones I'd just stare at you because we weren't talking with nothing being the cause.      So here I am far from you (chuckle),ok, not so far its just an hour drive from where you lay but what can my infant self do. I can't travel alone, na and neither can you get yourself over here,
Rhoda
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Rhoda  19/F/Nigeria
(19/F/Nigeria)   
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