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Ponzi Adventure

After numerous strings of buzzing sounds. I finally picked up that damn fone. Oh gosh, if I hadn't spent 55k in the purchase of my dream phone this htc one m9, the hardened ground floor would have embrassed it to its destruction after its flung from the 2nd floor. But I had to hold the frog tight and speak calmly. "I can't confirm you madam," I said. "I ain't interested no more," I spoke in slangs. Back to sender, I rejected it. Back to your husband.
"Madam is just 100k you paid ", "don't just send your husband call Obama". I am tired of that site and I can't waste my precious MB just for you.
Before more causes could flow I ended the call. "Hahahah, that woman no go kill me ohh". My phone vibrates again, what is it now. I put off the phone and let it lay on the bed. A fews hours later which I had moisturized my 14inch mattrass with sweat from my nap. I scroll throw my phone, hoping to reply my chat from Angela my Cinderella. Suddenly, I see a message from the devil, it reads "Ill find you", I knew a person could only receive profits on the O-get online platform after the recipient of hiscontribution confirms your payment. But there's no way some1 could find me only having my phone nunber. Absurd, I thought. Probably she works in the FBI. I didn't give a damn. I let that message rot as me and my cinderella rode through intense conversations on our expensive phones. Suddenly, a knock on the door. "Who's that," I replied with my supposedly 'bassest' voice, its me I'm looking for Chinedu.
Okay just a sec, I replied. Putting on my black T-shirt and hurriedly pulled the door open. It wasn't worth it: all those experiments on peoples money. I released I had joked expensively. I confirmed Miss Nafisat few minutes later after the 4 hefty bouncers had me in custody in my own house.
What happened during our meeting could be found on google.

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