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Epispde 3    " ..Intros.."



I was born in the 90s. A time when things were working quite well in the south eastern region of west Africa, my brother, Raphael Ezeh and i kenechukwu Ezeh live in our residential home, my home was an average one, we were just ok. our elder sister jasmine was away for her studies, so i and my sixteen-year old brother, Raph live with our parents. Though i was stubborn when i was he's age, it wasn't anything close to Raph's stubbornness. You've got to tell him the fact about a thing if you are telling him about that thing for the first time because, he holds on to first impressions. And just like me, he his own man. So believe me when i say we fight every day. Well, it more like me beating him up every day because he's obviously no match for me. So yes, here's my little intro for the mains..
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