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2024-10-29 19:42:56For two whole days, Fred had been waiting for Steph to give him feedback. He was acting like some love-sick child. He decided to call her to find out what she had decided, but she wasn’t answering his calls. Then after a while, his calls weren’t going through.
“What the hell Steph? Do not play such games with me. You can’t avenge for the mistakes I made years ago. Get back to me as soon as you can.” he sent a voicemail, but still, there was nothing.
He asked his late dad’s help to get the carry ready for him because he would be leaving in a while.
“Okay, sir”
He was at Steph’s home, and there was silence all over. It seemed as if there was no one at home. He was about to leave when he heard a noise from inside the house and rushed there.
“Who is it? It’s Fred. Please let me in.”
He heard things being thrown against the wall and was sure it was Vicky doing so.
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