Nakameche, my nom de plume, born on the 17th day in the month after June, a typhoon, tycoon, a disastrous, resplendent, handsome, rich dude, nothing mendacious or fictitious, a poetic bishop, an inheritance of God’s bonafide boon, the stars watch me as I watch them, they whisper graphic symbols that only Nakameche can translate with...
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