humour
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A week after Callum’s message, I hosted him in my home, initially feeling uneasy. Our conversations progressed, leading to a kiss and an unexpected declaration of love, leaving me uncertain about our future as a couple.
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Once again, I had an evening dinner to attend. It had been nearly a week of mingling with delegates, people in high places, and industry elites. Unlike the previous gatherings, this one wasn’t on my itinerary—I hadn’t arranged it. Still, duty called, and I had to make an appearance. Dressed in an elegant blue dress
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He texted me one night, casually asking about an iron box. I stared at the message, blinking. Was this a cry for help? Some kind of cryptic code? Or was he really in desperate need of an iron? I mean, who asks someone for an iron box in the middle of the night? But, being
Insight of a Kenyan Girl 