There was a solitude about him, a kind of detachment that allowed him to unflinchingly leave things behind. Nobody really belonged anywhere, and he was not meant to belong to a single place; it was a thought he hanged onto like breath— and in turn, it offered him a sense of autonomy most people could never be comfortable with.
W eather temperature was just about thirty degrees Celsius; perfect warmth for Rebecca Dansowaa Brown, who was sharing a warm breakfast of clean dark coffee, and garnished ginger bread with Charles Richmond kwesi Anim, her partner of four years.
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