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Day Fifty Six…

The rude awakening, is that when one fosters a pet dog, you have to get up early in the morning to walk it. The sun is dancing in a cloudless sky, I walk to the corner of the compound, there’s a mirror near the road; The north garden is a place for children to play […]

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