If Aviana were right and found an ideal man and someone to love, time would help Amandla. But instead, she just went on listening to Aviana’s tease. “Have you not decided to enjoy my magazines for once?” Aviana asked her with a mixed tenor of disappointment. Amandla shook her head.“Well, I do not like that topic, so if you want to enjoy looking and reading that magazine, hypothetically you can enjoy it alone. I will be just here.” After Aviana heard Amandla’s words, she looked at the image printed in the magazine and tittered. At least she gets on with it. Amandla was now sitting on the opposite chair, facing Aviana. She kicks the small, slim cabinet door that has a few distances from the left side of the oven and limited pocketbooks of action; novels waved at her—only inside her imagination. Finally, she reached a hand out to grab one book, ‘Stitch.’ As she was about to begin flipping a page, Aviana’s jaw slightly dropped.“Wait, when did you have that kind of book?”Amandla look
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