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TWELVE

"What are you writing down?" Jamal asks, emptying his bottle of beer.

Nico pens down an address that he has had at the back of his head for a year now, he knew he would need it the minute it was told to him.

He pushes the address to Jamal's corner of the table.

"Whose address is this?"

"KB's,"

Jamal looks down at the address and looks up at his friend in shock, "No way, KB ran away 5 years ago. No one knows where he is, not even his father."

"You remember his facial tattoo?"

"The butterfly? Yeah, I found it weird."

"Imagine my sur

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