I plastered a smile on my face as soon as I got to the airport and ducked into the nearest ladies washroom I could find. Stood in front of the mirror, checking my face for a trace of the tears I had cried in the bus on the way. Apart from some faint dark circles under my eyes, I was good to go. I made a mental note to buy so...
Lakia Jones
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