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"Ohh! Are you The Trishia?" The officer responded.
 Really? 'The Trishia?' Whatever that meant! I gathered myself together to answer the most obvious question.
 "Without a doubt, yes, I am Trishia" I replied. He hurriedly crossed over and beckoned on me.
 "Madam, please follow me." He said as he led me to a little corner in the station.
 "Madam, please just remain here, Oga will be joining you shortly.
 I really did not know what was going on but I had a funny feeling about everything.

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