Content Warning: This story contains themes of teen romance, first love, parental pressure, family separation, relocation anxiety, and mild language. It includes a teen marriage proposal, a first kiss, and family conflict. Suitable for mature teens and above. Reader discretion is advised.
Intro
Kelvin has a problem. He is fifteen, painfully shy, and absolutely terrified of talking to girls. His mother, Rose, has spent years watching him hide behind his computer, unable to make friends or fit in. Just when he finally starts opening up to Sharon — the beautiful, blue-eyed girl who makes his heart race and his teenage hormones catch fire — his mother drops a bombshell: they are moving. Again. Desperate not to lose the only person who has ever understood him, Kelvin does something unthinkable. He gets down on one knee in the middle of the park and proposes. Sharon says yes. But their whirlwind romance hits a wall of adult reality when both parents step in. Rose offers a compromise: wait three years until you are eighteen. Sharon's furious father agrees with a smirk. And then Rose delivers the final blow — they are moving to Nigeria. Now Kelvin finds himself in Abuja, sweating under the African sun, learning pidgin English from a chatty cab driver named Haruna, and wondering if his promise of marriage can survive three years, an ocean, and a continent between them. Part 1 ends with a question: will young love endure the ultimate test of distance and time?
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Mum, I'm Still a Teen
“Mum, why do we have to move again?” Kelvin asked his mum for the hundredth time. He was sad about moving again just after six months they arrived in this community. He loved it here and had been trying to make some friends so he would not be lonely and bored always. Kelvin is just fifteen years old and an introvert. He is not used to people and is always shy and nervous around them. When it comes to interaction with the opposite sex, Kelvin will go rigid with fear and will be stammering with no idea what to say.
And to make things worse, he just started talking to Sharon and he was getting comfortable with her when his Mum came with the news that they would be moving again. This is just not fair, Kelvin fumed, looking at his mother.
“Work things,” his mum replied.
“What?” Kelvin asked, coming out of his thoughts when she spoke.
“I said it is about work, that is why we are moving.”
“That is not fair,” Kelvin grumbled.
“Life is not fair and I don't make the rules.”
“But Mum—” She cut him off by raising her hand.
“You think I'm happy about it?” she asked. “I have a life of my own too and I'm working to give you the best and you are complaining. Do you think I'm not finding it difficult?”
“I'm sorry Mum.”
“Don’t be son, it is not your fault. Just don't complain about it and try to support me.”
“What can I do Mum?”
“Help me pack, but first, come here and hug me.”
Kelvin went to his mum and hugged her.
Rose is sad about it. She has been moving from one city to another and she knows the effect it is having on Kelvin, but she has no power over it. As a manager in one of the prestigious banks, she is ready to serve wherever the board wants her to. She has a record and will do anything to maintain that record of excellence.
She has had a talk with Kelvin about interacting with people his age to try to make friends. She even hosted a kid party for him where every kid in the neighborhood came, and yet he is still not getting along with anyone. It breaks her heart seeing him the way he is, which she vows to change when they go to their new place.
Rose is a forty-year-old woman who had Kelvin when she was twenty-five. She remembers telling Frank about it, and how he was angry and called her stupid for getting pregnant. He had asked her to get rid of it or it would be over between them. He had given her an ultimatum to choose between the unborn baby or their relationship.
Looking at Kelvin now, it was an easy decision for her. He takes his father's blond hair and his piercing brown eyes. He has that strong jaw and a smile that melts the hardest heart. She remembers talking to him about his awkwardness and wanting to see if she could find out what was wrong back then.
She had called him over from his computer and she noticed he spent more time on it. He had come. She had cleared her throat.
“Eh........ Kelvin.”
“Yes, mum.”
“I want to ask you something and I'm not sure how to go about it,” she had a smile to make it look playful.
“What is it, mum?”
“Well, I have noticed you like to keep to yourself. Is something wrong?”
“No mum.”
“When I threw that party for you, I saw Mary, you know the girl across from us, throwing herself on you, but you kinda just ignored her. Why?”
“Mum!” Kelvin protested.
“Just be honest with me Kelvin, are you into guys?”
Kelvin choked and spluttered, “Hell No Mum!”
“Are you sure Kelvin?”
“Yes, mum.”
“So what happened with Mary?”
“I don't know. She was into me, Mum. I had no idea about it. I know nothing about girls.”
Deep down she was happy about his honesty. She knew what it was like at that age and what teens go through. She sighed and hugged him tight.
Kelvin went back to his computer with a slight frown on his face. He wondered what was wrong with his mum, but guessed it is a parents thing. His mind wasn't on his computer again and he thought it would be best to inform his best friend Sharon about their impending departure. He felt bad about it because he had come to love her so much.
He went to the usual spot, sat down and waited for Sharon to come so he could tell her about the news his mum told him. He was sad sitting there and daydreaming about Sharon and wondering how things could go from good to bad in just one day.
He was sitting on the bench in the park, facing the little lake at the center and watching other people having fun. He never noticed when Sharon arrived and sat by his side until she said, “A penny for your thoughts.”
Kelvin jumped. “Oh Sharon, you scared the shit out of me.”
She laughed, and Kelvin couldn't help but laugh too. That is the thing about Sharon — she made him a different person. He looked at her and marveled at her beauty. At just fifteen years, she is tall for her age with eyes as blue as the sky and hair as dark as the night spilling over her shoulder. And when she smiles, those dimples always set his teen hormones on fire.
Sharon noticed Kelvin looking at her face and said, “I hope there is nothing on my face or is there a wrinkle? I'm not that old you know.”
“You are beautiful.”
“Hmmmm, me?”
“Yes,” Kelvin said, looking into her eyes.
Sharon blushed. Kelvin held her hands and said, “I wish I dared to say this to you a very long time ago, but you are the most beautiful and kind-hearted person I have ever met.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“That means you haven't met lot of people.”
“I guess so,” he said and the smile left his lips. Sharon saw the change and apologized. “I'm sorry Kel.”
“It's not about you Sharon.”
“So what is wrong then?”
“It is my mum.”
“What is wrong with her?”
“Oh, nothing. She just told me we are moving out of the blue.”
“Oh, I see,” Sharon said, looking down at her feet. They were both silent, each trying to think what to say, with heavy thoughts in their heads about what it means to be apart from each other. It was a tense silence and Sharon finally broke it with a question.
“When?”
“A week from today,” he said.
“I see,” she said and, not looking at him, she turned her head, looking the other way, not wanting him to see the tears at the corner of her eyes.
Kelvin is stung with sadness. He can't do anything to change the situation since he is still just a kid and a teen at that. He wonders how adults cope in a situation like this. He doesn't know what to do or say but deep down, he knows he is required to do or say something. The silence stretched on until Sharon turned to him and said, “Kelvin, I want you to say that again.”
“Say what?”
“About how beautiful I am.”
Kelvin looks at her and says, “You're the most beautiful girl I have ever met and the best thing to happen in my life. If I could, I would marry you here and now.”
“Oh Kelvin!” Sharon exclaimed. “What is stopping you now?”
“Stopping me, as in how?”
“From marrying me, dumb ass,” she said, laughing at the funny look on his face.
“Will you marry me?” He asked her.
“Sure.”
“But I'm still a teen?”
“So?”
“I have no right over my own life now.”
“I guess you're not man enough,” she said, raising an eyebrow.
“Wait!” He looks at her with wide eyes. “Sharon?”
“Yes.”
Kelvin went on his knees and took her hand, just as he had seen it done in most of the movies he had watched. “I have always been the odd one in a crowd, and maybe the dumbest teen of the century, but that changed the moment I laid my eyes on you. You became my pillar and the solid rock I stand on. I promised to give you the best life had to offer, and I will love you to the moon and back. Please, will you marry me?”
Sharon looks at Kelvin on his knee, proposing to her with these sweet words, and she looks at his expectant face, waiting for her answer. She went on to keep him waiting a little longer before telling her about his feelings this late, and when he was about to leave to God knows where, but her joy couldn't let her be. So she stood up and went to her knees too and hugged him tight, whispering in his ear, “Yes Kelvin, I will marry you.” And then she moved her lips and kissed him. Her first kiss, and she hopes the start of something new.
Kelvin stiffened at first; he had never kissed a girl before, and he felt the warmth as Sharon kissed his lips. He doesn't know what to do, but follows her lead by kissing her back, and when they move apart, both of them are breathless.
Kelvin hurried home to see his mum, so he could give her the good news of his upcoming marriage. He was lucky to find her still at home doing some packing, and he dragged her over to his room.
The Mother’s Reaction
"Kelvin Jones! What in nine hells are you doing?"
"Sorry, Mum, I need to talk to you about something."
"You can just tell me while I'm packing," his mum said, throwing her hands up in exasperation. When they got into his room, he asked her to sit down, and then he paced from one end of the room to the other. "What has gotten into you, Kelvin?"
Without warning, he got straight to the point. "Mum, I'm getting married."
"Yeah, congratulations, now can I get back to what I was doing?" His mum said, a hint of irritation in her voice.
"I'm serious, Mum."
"And so am I, Kelvin."
"But, Mum..." She cut him off. "Don't 'but' me, Kelvin. What has gotten into you?"
"I'm in love, Mum."
She laughed. "LOVE! Do you even know what love is? A few days ago, you told me you were just a teen," she said, mimicking his words. "Mum, I'm still a teen. And now you're talking of love and marriage?"
She just shook her head and stood up. When she reached the door, Kelvin couldn't help but try one last time. "Mum, I'm in love with Sharon, and we just shared our first kiss after I proposed to her."
"Sharon?"
"Yes, Mum, we are both in love."
Rose Jones could do nothing but stand there, baffled at her son. Deep down, she was happy her son was coming out of his shyness and the battle with introversion, but this was too much to bear. "You don't know what you are talking about, son."
The Father’s Fury
At that moment, there was a large crash at the front of the house, followed by a bang at the front door.
"What the hell?" Rose exclaimed, hurrying out of the room. Kelvin rushed to his window. He could hear the gruff voice of Mr. Michael Bale, Sharon's father. Rose ran to the door and flung it open. "That is enough, Mr. Bale. Before you resort to such measures, there's a bell right there."
Mr. Michael Bale looked at her, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. "Sorry for my poor manner. Where is your son?"
At that moment, Kelvin appeared on the landing. Mr. Bale shifted his gaze to him. "You! What have you done to my daughter?"
Kelvin felt a knot of fear tighten in his stomach. He was startled by a voice. "Daddy, I told you we're in love."
Kelvin looked up to see Sharon standing beside her father. Her eyes met his, and he saw her give a slight nod.
"What are you doing here?" Mr. Bale rounded on his daughter. "I asked you to stay at home while I deal with this matter."
"No. I'm done, Dad," Sharon declared, her voice steady. "We are getting married, or we will run away."
Mr. Bale wasn't exactly known for his handsome features; he had a receding hairline, a prominent apple-shaped nose, and a substantial stomach. His daughter was the opposite – beautiful and seemingly perfect.
"Kelvin, are you trying to ruin my daughter's life?" Mr. Bale demanded. Kelvin turned to his mother, seeking support, but she stood firm.
"Mum…"
"Don't 'mum' me," she cut him off. "You want to marry, yet you can't stand up for yourself."
Three Years or Forever
"Kelvin, I'm not Santa Claus, and I can't grant wishes," Rose said firmly. "A kiss with Sharon doesn't mean you're in love; it's just your hormones playing tricks on you."
At that moment, the phone rang. Miss Rose went to answer it while Mr. Bale looked as though he could kill. He thought of Sharon's mother and his own mother—both had caused him heartache.
He was brought out of his thoughts by Miss Rose's return. She beckoned both Kelvin and Sharon to come closer. "Kelvin and Sharon, I will agree to let you marry on one condition."
"What's the condition, Mum?" Kelvin asked.
Miss Rose took a deep breath. "We will allow you to marry when you turn eighteen, which is in three years."
Kelvin and Sharon exchanged a look, then both shouted, "No! That's a very long time, Mum."
"It is not a long time. Besides, it will teach you patience and responsibility. That reminds me, Kelvin, the call I received was from work. I have a new posting."
"A new posting to where?"
"Africa. Specifically Nigeria."
Mr. Bale was now smiling. He savored how smart Miss Rose was. "Three years, indeed. Anything can happen. I agree with Miss Rose's condition."
Exile to the Giant of Africa
Chapter Two
A New Life in a Strange Land
It was Kelvin's first time flying a Boeing 737. Overall, the flight was pleasant, but the first thing Kelvin noticed as they left the airport was the heat. It hit him hard, and he staggered. His mum steadied him. "What's wrong, Kelvin?"
"Mum, it's the heat."
"Sorry, son. This is Nigeria, and the weather is different from what you're used to. They have only two seasons: dry and rainy."
"So this is Abuja? The capital of Nigeria and the so-called giant of Africa?"
"Yes."
"Why the giant of Africa?"
"I guess it's due to their population size. SURPRISED, right?"
Lessons in the Heat
"So, how come the country's capital looks like a county in Nevada?" Kelvin asked.
Kelvin's mum couldn't contain the laughter that escaped her. "Nigeria used to be one of the greatest countries in the world, and its currency was even stronger than the US dollar."
"So, what changed that?" Kelvin asked.
"The country used to be one of the biggest exporters of Cocoa and Groundnut products. Back then, Oyo State used to have a pyramid of groundnuts."
"Wow! A pyramid? Like the one in Egypt?"
"Yes, but this was made entirely with groundnuts arranged like a pyramid."
"So what happened?"
"Well, crude oil happened to the country. After it was discovered in 1958 in a village called Oloibiri in Bayelsa State, the government stopped investing in agriculture."
"That was stupid," Kelvin said.
Kelvin's mum ruffled his hair. "Yeah, it was a rather short-sighted decision."
Kelvin made a face; he hated when his mum did that. He looked up only to see her grinning.
After exiting the airport, Miss Rose hurried towards the cab station, just a few meters away. Kelvin was already complaining about the heat.
“Mum, at this rate, I'm going to get a sunstroke!”
“Sorry, the cab station is right over there,” she said, pointing.
“How do you know so much about Nigeria?” Kelvin asked.
“I spent about three years here before I had you. I used to live in Lagos State, also known as the center of excellence.”
“Why aren't we going there?”
“The company directed me to Abuja.”
“How is Lagose, Mum?” Kelvin asked, unfamiliar with the word.
“Not Lagose,” she said with an exasperated look, “but Lagos.”
Kelvin threw his hand in the air. “If you say so, Mum.”
At that moment, they reached the car park, and a man with a dark complexion and yellowed teeth from chewing tobacco, sporting heavy tribal marks crisscrossing his cheeks like a cat's whiskers, jumped in front of them, attempting to take their luggage. The man was about six feet tall, dressed in a Buba gown, and wore a cap tilted to the right.
Kelvin instinctively held onto his bag, hiding behind his mum.
“No fear,” the man said.
“Mum, what did he say?” Kelvin asked his mother.
“He said not to be afraid,” she replied.
“How did you know?”
“Because I understand him, remember I used to live in Nigeria.”
The man slapped his chest. “My name na Haruna. I go take you to your destination with no wahala at all.”
“That will be great,” Miss Rose said.
“E go cost you Five Thousand Naira oh,” Haruna said with a sly smile.
“But I never tell you where I dey go na?” Miss Rose said, raising an eyebrow. “Abi you want to make me mugu?”
“Ha, madam, I no fit do you mugu oh,” Haruna said with a laugh. (“Madam, I can't cheat you.”)
“So why you go charge me wetin no good?” Miss Rose asked. (“So why are you charging me so much?”)
“No vex abeg, na where you dey go?” Haruna asked with a sheepish smile, knowing he'd been caught. (“Please don't be angry, where are you going?”)
“Na Sheraton hotel we dey go.” (“We are going to the Sheraton hotel.”)
“Madam, that na almost fifty-minute journey, oh.” (“Madam, that's almost a fifty-minute journey.”)
“Mum, what are you guys talking about?” Kelvin asked, turning his head between his mother and the cabman, trying to understand.
“He says it will take us almost fifty minutes to the hotel.”
“But you said five minutes?”
“So, na how much you go charge us?” she asked Haruna. (“So, how much are you going to charge us?”)
“Madam, na still five thousand naira I go charge you, oh,” Haruna said. (“Madam, I will still charge you five thousand naira.”)
“That one is too much for just a forty-five-minute drive, na,” Miss Rose protested. (“That is too much for just a forty-five-minute drive.”)
“Madam, no be me you go blame, oh. Na government dey press our neck,” Haruna said with a sad smile. (“Madam, don't blame me. It's the government that is making things difficult for us.”)
“How na?” Miss Rose asked. (“How is that?”)
“Them just dey increase the cost of everything up and down, like say poor man fit afford it.” (“They keep increasing the cost of everything, as if a poor man can afford it.”)
“Na so e bad reach?” Miss Rose asked, thinking of life for her son. (“Is it that bad?”)
“Madam, e over bad, oh. Like this now sef, I no fit feed my family, oh.” (“Madam, it's very bad. Even now, I can't feed my family.”)
“Okay, Haruna, na be your name, abi?” Miss Rose asked. (“Okay, Haruna, is that your name?”)
“Yes, madam.”
“My name na Rose, and this na my son, Kelvin.” (“My name is Rose, and this is my son, Kelvin.”)
“Madam, welcome to 9ja, oh,” Haruna said with a big smile. (“Madam, welcome to Nigeria.”) “I hope say the country go favour you.” (“I hope the country will be good to you.”)
“Thank you.”
“So you go enter motor make I carry you lap Sheraton?” Haruna asked. (“So, will you get in the car so I can take you to Sheraton?”)
“Yes, oh.” (“Yes.”)
“No wahala, madam.” (“No problem, madam.”)
“Abeg, try give us small update as we dey go, oh.” (“Please, try to give us a little update as we go.”)
“I go do that, no wahala.” (“I will do that, no problem.”)
And then they entered the cab, and Haruna put the car into motion after waving at his colleagues, who were all smiles, knowing Haruna is the best of them as most of them could hardly communicate in pidgin language unless you spoke to them in Hausa or Yoruba.
Upon exiting the airport, they joined the traffic along Airport Road, also known as Nnamdi Azikiwe International Airport Road, which showcases the National Stadium and not far from there is the National Assembly, which houses the legislative arm of government. It turns out Haruna is a lively chap who gives them his own version of what he knows about the landmark in Abuja.
“That big building there na the National Stadium, oh, that one na our small pride for 9ja sha.” (“That big building there is the National Stadium, oh, that one is our small pride for Nigeria though.”)
“How e big reach?” Miss Rose asked. (“How big is it?”)
“Madam, me I no know oh but them say e cost reach $360M.” (“Madam, I don't know, but they say it cost up to $360 million.”)
“Na wa oh!” Miss Rose exclaimed. (“Wow!”)
“Madam you don see ham na, politicians dey press our neck.” (“Madam, you've seen it, politicians are oppressing us.”)
“Who build ham?” she asked. (“Who built it?”)
“Na former president OBJ oh.” (“It was former president OBJ.”)
“OBJ?” She asked.
“Madam na Baba Ijebu oh.” (“Madam, it's Baba Ijebu.”)
“Who be Baba Ijebu?” (“Who is Baba Ijebu?”)
“Na former president Olusegun Obasanjo oh.” (“It's former president Olusegun Obasanjo.”)
“Oh, I see ham now.” (“Oh, I understand now.”)
“Them say na one German design ham, wetin be that company name sef?” Haruna asked, cracking his brain to remember the company that designed the National Stadium. (“They said it was a German design, what's that company's name again?”)
“Mum, seems like I can get a hint of what he is saying if I listen well.”
“Sure, Kelvin, it is not hard to learn Nigerian pidgin English.”
“I will keep listening,” Kelvin said, looking around at the landmark along the way.
“Now I get ham!” Haruna said with a big smile as he exclaimed. “Na that expertis from Schlaich Bergermann Und Partners (SBP) na design the stadium.” (“Now I get it! It was that expertise from Schlaich Bergermann Und Partners (SBP) that designed the stadium.”)
“Na German eh?” (“Is it German?”)
“Yes, oh madam no mind the way I call ham Sha e hard for my tongue.” (“Yes, oh madam, don't mind the way I say it, it's hard for my tongue.”)
“No be only you dey bite tongue when you call German language.” (“You're not the only one struggling to pronounce the German language.”)
And they both laughed at the comment of Miss Rose about the German language.
Haruna pressed on the accelerator, increasing the speed slightly. He was glad there was a free flow of traffic at that time.
He whistled a tune, and in no time, they reached the National Mosque. “Madam, that na the National Mosque of Nigeria.” (“That is the National Mosque of Nigeria.”)
“E big oh,” Miss Rose said. (“It's big.”)
“Yes, madam, it is one of the pride of Africa too.”
“Who build ham?” (“Who built it?”)
Outro
And so Kelvin lands in the giant of Africa, his heart still anchored to Sharon across the Atlantic. The heat is oppressive, the language is strange, and the culture is a world away from everything he has ever known. Haruna the cab driver becomes his first guide, pointing out landmarks and teaching him that "no wahala" means no problem — though Kelvin's life is nothing but problems right now. His mother watches him closely, hoping this adventure will finally break him out of his shell. But Kelvin's mind keeps drifting back to that park bench, to Sharon's dimpled smile, to the kiss that changed everything. Three years feels like a lifetime. An ocean feels like forever. But somewhere in Nigeria, under the blazing sun and the endless sky, a shy boy is about to discover what he is made of. Will he keep his promise? Will Sharon wait? And when they finally reunite, will they still be the same two kids who fell in love on a Tuesday afternoon? Part 2 is coming. The countdown to eighteen has begun.
Pidgin English & Their Meanings
• My name na Haruna → My name is Haruna
• I go take you to your destination with no wahala at all → I will take you to your destination with no problem at all
E go cost you Five Thousand Naira oh → It will cost you Five Thousand Naira
•But I never tell you where I dey go na? → But I haven’t even told you where I’m going?
• Abi you want to make me mugu? → Or do you want to dupe/fool me?
• I no fit do you mugu oh → I can’t dupe/cheat you
• So why you go charge me wetin no good? → So why are you charging me so much?
• No vex abeg → Please don’t be angry
• Na where you dey go? → Where are you going?
• Na Sheraton hotel we dey go → We are going to the Sheraton hotel
• That na almost fifty-minute journey, oh → That is almost a fifty-minute journey
• Na still five thousand naira I go charge you, oh → I will still charge you five thousand naira
• That one is too much for just a forty-five-minute drive, na → That is too much for just a forty-five-minute drive
• No be me you go blame, oh. Na government dey press our neck → Don’t blame me. It’s the government that is making things difficult for us
• How na? → How is that?
• Them just dey increase the cost of everything up and down → They keep increasing the cost of everything
• Na so e bad reach? → Is it that bad?
• E over bad, oh → It is very bad
• This now sef, I no fit feed my family, oh → Even now, I can’t feed my family
• Na be your name, abi? → Is that your name?
• My name na Rose, and this na my son, Kelvin → My name is Rose, and this is my son, Kelvin
• Welcome to 9ja, oh → Welcome to Nigeria
• I hope say the country go favour you → I hope the country will be good to you
• So you go enter motor make I carry you lap Sheraton? → So, will you get in the car so I can take you to Sheraton?
• No wahala → No problem
• Abeg, try give us small update as we dey go, oh → Please, try to give us a little update as we go
• That big building there na the National Stadium, oh → That big building there is the National Stadium
• That one na our small pride for 9ja sha → That one is our small pride in Nigeria though
• How e big reach? → How big is it?
• Them say e cost reach $360M → They say it cost up to $360 million
• Na wa oh! → Wow!
• Politicians dey press our neck → Politicians are oppressing us
• Who build ham? → Who built it?
• Na former president OBJ oh → It was former president OBJ
• Na Baba Ijebu oh → It’s Baba Ijebu
• Who be Baba Ijebu? → Who is Baba Ijebu?
• Na former president Olusegun Obasanjo oh → It’s former president Olusegun Obasanjo
• Na one German design ham → It was designed by a German company
• Na that expertis from Schlaich Bergermann Und Partners (SBP) na design the stadium → It was experts from Schlaich Bergermann Und Partners (SBP) that designed the stadium
What do you think — will Kelvin and Sharon make it through three years? Leave a comment below.
SYSTEM OVERVIEW: THE SURVIVAL CODE
Subject: Socio-Economic Pressure & Spiritual Bargains
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The Economic Blueprint →
The operational framework of necessity. An analysis of the foundational forces that generate desperate decisions.
Spiritual Machinery →
Where logic stops and faith becomes a tool—or a weapon. A critical examination of a culture’s primary survival network.
The Final Transaction →
The logic of the void. Witness the final cost when desire meets the dark fantasy realization of economic reality.
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Interesting story.
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