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EX-WIFE

“And since when have you become so weak and meek, the Halle I know always takes what she wants, when she wants…go and romance the hell out of that sexy man and maybe slip my phone number into Tunde's pocket,” Greta asked humorously, Halle laughed and clicked her tongue.

“There is no way I am doing that,”

“Party pooper,”

“Shithead,”

“Toilet seat,”

“Drainpipe,”

“Goodbye, bitch!” Halle laughed and ended the call, shaking her head with amusement. Greta always managed to lift her spirits and despite being so hot-headed…the woman was really good at giving advice…at least in some cases because Halle could remember the one time Greta had convinced her to take a job at a strip club and she ended up being mistaken as a pole dancer.

Long story short, Halle had to get stitches for being pressured to get on a pole she had no experience with.

The memory made her laugh and shudder at the same time.

Maybe she had overreacted when she left the party in such a hurry, she felt in control of her emoti
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