RETURN OF EX-CAPADE

ing a day on my way

was a hard time driving. My car wiper had done its best, wiping water rigorously off the wind

en a long while I had watched football. This been because I was a real

ll club in Europe. I was excited hearing the news that Mohamed Salah, our wingman finished as the highest goa

ing up his commentary. The show was over. Then came in commercials, all sorts

tarted scrolling through Facebook. I have been absent from the ap

messages. Let's not talk about my

n of just scrolling through, and browsing through all I h

a seemingly familiar profile p

riend. I was curious. That was it for the rest of the other friend

, sat more comfortably and unbuckled my seatbelt, re

loquized, smiling. I was jittering too, being really eager.

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ong determination win her heart desires. And she never quits. Only that

". It was over-true. Her sweet personality and liveliness were part

hyperlink on her bio. It loaded out to b

at Lui Chen had culinary schools that trained people to become professional, certified chefs and caterers. It

commercial building with a "Lui Chen" banner at the top

d that Lucy was the assistant m

e to begin to stalk on her pic

nly showering drizzles. I was just too caught up and couldn't give up on my excitin

m a large truck that I needed to park properly. I

her eating at a Lui Chen's exclusive cafeteria, to pictures at her cooking show, pictures with friends, boarding a plane, driving,

cial media obsessed lady not to think about posting a picture with her man. It was quite surprising. The only pic I found Lucy with a man was a selfie at a swimming pool with a bald,

be careful to only like the latest pictures in o

some pictures of her at Leicester high school receiving a medal during one of the inter-house sports competitio

n, and I only rocked scodo; no hair. We thank God for life. I was now a 'fine boy, no pimples' and I looked g

closed tabs immediately and checked my wristwatch.

birds gone to roost. I still had miles ahead. I turned on the flashlights to aid my vision, as t

I grabbed the steering tightly. I was upbeat as if I were set to begin a Formula 1 race. I was determined to reg

accelerator, in a blink,