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THE TRIP TO LONDON {[:]}play Boy
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[Nigerian ~ U.k themed novel] of a guy whose whole dream is to pursue his education outside his country. Time went on he got a scholarship to study in London.
Lots of drama happened especially when he arrived at the man's place sent by the patrons to pick him up at the airport.
When he arrived at the airport.
The cold there was too much that he quickly rushed to the car because the cold was already getting to him as if he was a fish caught red-handed and sentenced to a freezer.
When he arrived at the man's place.
He met BELLA, Bella was the first lady he spoke with and she's also the wife to the man sent by patrons to pick him up.
Through Abraham Bella's beauty was the real definition of beauty. Her skin glowed under the bright lights of the living room and he couldn't help but watch her every move. When his eyes met hers he noticed Bella had been looking at him too.
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