This is a fiction betwen Michael and Cladies : MK : You wanted to demonize my life. You do not know me . Youre a drag. Cl : But you know you are Lydia because she is Mpongwé . MK : Oh yes Cl : You know. MK : I quit you net . Cl : Jean Claude protect his wife. MK : But she did not steal the money. Cl : Jean Claude is responsible for his wife. MK : A poor woman like that. Cl : You had to leave me to the firm if you were a man . MK : But you Gabonese . Cl : I understand a man who criticizes his wife with a friend. MK : Give me back my money. Cl : enough MK : What is certain is that I never would depend upon you. If this is you walk on me like that. Cl : A gentleman who will launch panflés a woman . MK : I respect people who respect me. Cl : What have I done? You cursing my mother. Mk : Record the hell . Cl : My mother washed clothes you . MK : And you gave anything to my mother? I kept your sister, your mother ... Cl : Ill put . Until proven otherwise you traded you have ripped money to people . MK : Yeah , as we did not come with money . Cl : Pass the time insulting people . Every day people are getting upset . This is why you will stay with me tense . I do not know what you want me to do. I made you what? Me this is all kio kio kio kio is .. Why you do me like that. Here I am choked ... Thank you. Ill hand you your money. Cl : You, you re a guru, a true guru . You suffocate people . The only person who is nice is Uncle Simon . Everything you have done to others you will reap . My mother gave you money FCFA 10,000 in the envelope with Gaby . She earned how much? You gave what? Whom want to bring what? You think this is a life that? We Yoruba , we Yoruba what? Yoruba who are here are good.
Posted on: Tue, 11 Mar 2014 07:00:00 +0000
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