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You are a helpful AI assistant.
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HAINE
Chapitre 1<end_of_turn>
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This is the sixth time I'm burying my child. You have decided to punish me, God. I have served you in many ways I can, and you decided to pay me back by killing my children whenever they turn 4 years." Mr. Francis wailed from where he sat.

His friends tried their possible best to calm and console him, but all their efforts were futile.

"It's okay, Francis. Is it not high time you look for a powerful man of God who can liberate this family? I myself am tired. It's all getting out of hand. Could this be a curse or what?" Prince said, scratching his head.

"This isn't ordinary, Francis. Do something about it. You buried 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6. Please, do something, Francis," James added.

His wife, Florence, wailed from the other end, trying to free herself from the women's grip but couldn't. She screamed loudly, untied her scarf, and started crying.

"God, why me? Who did I offend? Did I do bad by serving you? Okay, I should stop serving you, right? Hahahaha, God, why are you doing this to me? If I offended you in any way, why not punish me in any other way? I gave birth to Emmanuel; you took him from me. I still gave birth to Chinaza; you snatched him. I gave birth to Sandra; you took her. It's not enough for you. You decided to take the remaining 3. Shey, if I commit suicide, you will send me to hell, okay? This isn't the end. Since you made me fertile, no problem, I'll continue getting pregnant and putting to bed. Once they're four years old, snatch them as usual..." Florence said, brokenheartedly.

"It's okay, my daughter. It's He who gives and takes," her mom consoled.

Her mother-in-law peeped from the window to see if anyone was coming. She sighed, sat down, and hummed to herself.

"Fresh blood," she said, crossing her legs.

"Oh, they want me to die? I can't die when I have grandchildren I can suck their blood, fresh blood," she said. She heard footsteps and pretended to be crying.

"Fake tears," her co-wife said, laughing.

"I even thought someone was coming, not knowing it's you. Look at me closely, Maureen, every day young," she said.

"Fresh mama."

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