what a waste, she cannot spell 30

JUST IMAGINE!
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The sweet looking lady walked into the banking hall of GTB in P.Z, Zaria. 
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She had on pointed shows announcing her arrival minutes before you saw her.
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She wore that kind of dress that convinces us men that heaven is missing an angel.
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The aroma of her perfume would easily finish a bowl of eba for its sweetness.
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The phone which she gingerly held to her ear, without minding the security guy that's yelling at her that call is not allowed in banking halls, will cost a fortune.
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She stepped forward, picked a deposit slip and searched frantically for a pen.
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About five guys offered her their pens but, shame to bad people, she took mine maybe because I am the most handsome among all d men around.....winks
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After a while, or a long while because time stood still, she stood up and inched closer to me. My heartskipped a beat, I was liking every single bit of her.She whispered: "Please can you spell 'Thirty' for me?"
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I looked down at her deposit slip in surprise. She had already written: 'Tarty Tausan'! What!!!!! Kile lei? I hissed and snatched my biro from her hand. Fine face, no brains. Chai, oma se oooo,
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What a waste!