Thirty three
Fadila struggled with her giant box across the room, she stopped to take a breath of air. "Fadil! Get your self out here. Just because you went home six months ago doesn't mean some people did" Fadil casually walked into the room holding on to his duffel bag in one hand and his backpack hung on one shoulder, he ignored her rants as his eyes traveled down to her box that was almost filling their little living room. "Do you want to tell me why you're taking all your clothes back to Nigeria? You have over two dozen sets of clothes there" "Not all my clothes" she rolled her eyes "I'm taking these to donate to charity and thank you for reminding me how empty my closet is, I'll be sure to go shopping... With your credit card!" Her voice took an edge at the end of her statement "Now come on
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