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What follows is a unique synthesis of thoughts from two completely different, independent individuals. How the Cookie Crumbles is a collaborative work between @churchboy and @royalrose, exclusively published on Steemit.

This is the introductory post. The story begins here. The second part shall be published by @royalrose with a link to this post for those that would like to follow the story. She would write her part without consulting me on what the plot should be and I would write thereafter without consulting her until the story comes to an end. The end of this story is still unwritten.

I hope to have fun and more importantly, I hope you like it.

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How the Cookie Crumbles

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Ada sat in the arrival section of the Murtala Muhammad Airport, Lagos trying very hard to contain her anxiety. She looked like every other passenger seated in the crowded airport lounge but a close look at her face revealed the fear and anxiety that had masked it. She dialed the number again.

"Sorry. The number you have called is currently not reachable at the moment. Please try again later."

To her left, was a very old man, probably about 82 years old, she guessed. He was so completely relaxed, you'd think he was in his living room. On her other side was a teenager, not much older than her nephew, Josh. He had his ears plugged with a big earphone similar to those worn by DJ's.

"Excuse me. Excuse me one moment," she said. "Please what does it mean when the mobile carrier says, "Sorry. The number you have called is not reachable at the moment. Please try again later?"

"Uh, I think that means the user is out of network area or the mobile phone is in airplane mode", he said.

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This is a brief introduction. @royalrose shall continue the tale within the next 24 hours.

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