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John Doe

The glasses lay where they always lay. Vintage, brown-framed, and bearing several small cracks that whispered carelessness. They had the signature of the seasons of the seasons past…
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HOT STUFF

-By Eniola Salaudeen You met Ugochukwu at a friend’s birthday party. Gosh! His eyes. Those eyes with piercingly dark inner globes that made you want to avoid his gaze but also made you…
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A WORK AFFAIR

- By Obie FADE IN: INT. OFFICE, REST ROOM - DAY The room is small and brightly lit showing off its white-washed walls. A small puddle of water lies underneath a dripping sink but…
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