I woke up and reached for my bag, thanking God for my ingenuity. I pulled the fresh top over my head and walked to the dressing mirror. I look gorgeous, I know this, but a little vanity never killed anyone. I open the closet and start trying on the clothes. I’m not sure why I do this, I know every dress here. I pick up the almost full bottle of Chanel no. 5, and briefly consider switching it with the one in my bag.
I notice the huge diamond studs. I don’t have this type. They are new, I try them on and I love them. Maybe, I’ll take them with me. I notice the note on the bedside table.
Hi, I trust you can let yourself out. Leave the keys with Ama, Kwamina. The bastard.
I’m not sure why I do this anymore. It used to be fun. Lately…
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