TALES OF JOHN (EPISODE 3)
Then, I
needed no prophet to tell me I was in danger. I stood to my feet to run when I
heard him cock his gun. I paused, fell to my knees and pleaded for mercy. Even
as he walked closer, I still couldn't see his face. He jerked me by my neck and
pulled me up.
“Wetin
you dey do for here?” He roared.
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