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tically. His wife flashed him a long harsh grin

r son who now sat addled, bewildered better still, his left palm resting on his forehead as he gaze the white dump ceiling. He didn’t lik

ours is out of the blue. I’d be lying if I sa

your son.’ He shifted his gaze on his wife, with both hands ar

her of his petty quarrel over their son this morning. She turned to her son. ‘Wi

’s just that all this is happening soon

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eye, a sudden fear over his cou

our dream, isn’t

she put two and two together, and this time it gave four. His

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him an ambivalent look. That was his cue t

s are nightmares, they never

ms in this life has come true. Joseph th

nded in his example. ‘But you won’t be lonely you know,’ J

and stole a quick glance at his

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ats William

mother got to the door

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