QUICK RESPONSE

There still awaited a car packed at the yonder of this berserk element. A resemblance of what means used to cater for the homeboys transportation to school and from. A song they sung during their ECD moments to withstand the monuments of hope that guarded the treasure. Written in capital letters on the cardboard box of the car. Parking at 001 route , meaning the most at town where posh couldn't pass nor hear it's hooting by. Abraham stood along Lincoln Memorial highway, hooting like a pollutant vehicle , for the students had become barometric to press the campaign against fee increment. Once a liberty mutual funding it's future to insulate the happenings rather than the action of the presidential suite. The pressure of revolution that mannered the students , all rather, billing addresses to banks more than a hostel catered student. The hooting because over notch, students grumbling like a crackle of her majesty the cloud. A story continuously heard all over the streets as comrades password . Cries of resolution , Lincoln memorial road by 10 AM had been flocked with plastic strains with university of KENTUCKY students sited along the most elevated scholarly highway. Lincoln Memorial highway served the main university entrance towards the office of the president in conjunct to the very busy airport road that many passengers used as their means to access their serenity. Hooting woofers and carrying blinks of destruction made a jam all through Liwanga to Mlavi almost a kilometer stack . A journey that lived to haunt Silvia till now. The experience of somehow justice or justification of the ignorance.She narrates an encoder that proved rightly the threshold of her antibiotic ointment.

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I begun all the amuses along time ago. Growing up in the dreams of my father . For at least once I thought the dreams could come a reality. This sucked all the chunky chins of my old father. I smiled whenever I realized that I was in a watch of that old golden face. I imagined in several times how my father looked like when he was a young growing teenager like I do. Severally I looked at the whole sum amusing the grey ticks in the big bomb struck and wondered if they really true. My mother passed on few months after I was born, I'm told that she wore elegant beauty supplied to my all grown body. Now I know and understand why my uncle looked back once I protruded sharply and a tear dropped down his chin. I wondered how it should be for I grew up knowing the strength of men is shown through the hard muscles and the inability to cry loudly but this time around I had observed the informant inform me on how this must have wounded him.