Kinsmen Stories

We were both intoxicated to find out that we were kinsmen and we speak the same language. I stood up from my chair, opened up my arms and he ran into it. Never again will he walk those long hall ways alone. Next time he comes into my room, he will know that his kinsman is waiting to welcome him with open arms and break some kolanuts with him, as it is the custom of where we come from.

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