They say love is beautiful, charming and adorable but to Richey love is like a black magic casted on her. The young seemingly fleshy, fair lady on tattered cloth sat, renting her body to the cemented surface littered with flies attracted by the rain that fell that day, her eyes were red and swollen as if they had encountered pepper from repeated sessions of bathing her chin with the rivers vomited by the socket above her nose, after a while, she stood up walking to and fro with her hands on her head and wailing, she had Carter flowing from her nose complementing the tears that found solace on her chin.
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