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THE ARRANGEMENT

FORTY-FOUR

The burning need to vomit disturbs my beautiful, warm sleep and I rush to the toilet and as if on cue, the harshness vomit hit me harder than before. I hold onto toilet sit, knelt down as I feel like my inside are turning upside down.

I feel soft brushes on my back and immediately knows that it is Mshibe. He waits until I am done. I was my face, brush my teeth and drink few water drop just to water my painful chest. He circles his arms around my waits, his chin chilling on top of my head and our eyes meet in the huge mirror,