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	A Saturday Afternoon on a Tree-Lined Street Agatha Zaza	Litiya stopped in the shade of a tree where she could observe them walking hand in hand, smiling and talking. Their fat wobbled in unison. They were clean and everything about them was new.
My seedlings grew into saplings. The one was healthy, but the other never quite shook off the gnawing trauma of the goat’s attack.	Orange Crush Chuma Nwokolo
	This is Lagos Crispin Oduobuk-MfonAbasi	He loved Pauline. Best girl he’d ever known. Didn’t talk much. A bit stubborn, yes. But she hadn’t allowed her fine face to turn her into a proud and pompous bitch. He would marry her.
At first Tamuka just stood near Mr Goop's capsule, but when he saw tears roll down its expressionaless face, it all fell into place. Tamuka immediately crawled inside the capsule with Mr. Goop, something he had not done for years.	Mr. Goop Ivor Hartmann
	Hamburger Samed Aydin	From time to time, the silence was interrupted by the sound of voices passing through the corridor. He heard the Arab’s voice, speaking on his telephone. He heard the Vietnamese singing a calming song in her language

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