I wasn’t sure of myself. Heck, I wasn’t sure of anything. I was 24. I was young. I was clueless. The most I had experienced love-wise was Zipporah, my first love. My high school sweetheart. My walks-in-the-field-at-sports-time, weekly-love-letters-though-we-were-in-the-same-school, meet-in-dark-corridors-and-just-talk-coz-we-didnt-know-what-to-do-with-our-hands girlfriend. …
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