So, I was sitting down yesterday relaxing and reflecting on this; Why Do Stories Have To Be Long When Told By A Woman? Man telling the story; Hey! You remember that fat guy who was dancing at the party, he is dead. Woman telling the story; for example, my wife, she always does that. She'll start like this; Hi Honey, do you remember my friend Onome from work? The one who invited us to her party. She just told me that Chinedu's wife from the party, heard from Jerry's wife Esther, that Gbenga told her that his brother Samuel, the fat guy at the party, bit on a piece of meat, or could it have been a piece of bread, I don't remember, but anyway, she said that Samuel was rushed to the hospital late last night after he suffocated from being choked by the bread. They did all they could to save him but he did not make it. I can't believe it, that fat guy from the party is dead.
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