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That Same Hour, A Different Location In Nigeria, Cynthia's POV...

The fan spun lazily overhead, pushing warm air around the cramped apartment. Cynthia sat curled up on a faded brown couch, her knees tucked under her, one hand balancing a steaming bowl of yam and potato porridge. The aroma of red oi...

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