" There's no perfect man, the perfect man only exists in your head" - Wright Elijah *This Story was Inspired by Some True events. Characters, Names and Locations are not actually True.* You don't need a pair of smoking assualt riffles dangling from your hands, a magazine of bullets wrapped around your shoulders to the opposite hip like a Sash on a beauty queen, rocks of grenade hanging onto your belt strap for dear life,some intense music playing in the background as you walk away from an explosion in Slow-mo to be a DESPERADO. All you need be is Ediye who stays up late every night, shooting her shots hoping to get hooked up on the radio program "Hook-up 'N' Make-up". Now that's the real DESPERADO. Well before we jump into conclusion and break our legs, let's hear her story. * * * This night seemed different. Yes, quite different for Ediye who is already conversant
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