Chapter 7 - South Africa?

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"Gretta, my dear. I should get going, you see my lord here wants to have a little talk about selling me, such tragedy! Let's talk later, Gretta."

"Dear, Karen. It's fine, good luck."

I nodded and left.

"What is it Georgie?"

"Two more days since we reach South Africa. I'm telling you this to prepare."

"I'm always prepared, Georgie."

"Yes but I'm still studying the map of South Africa. I'll just update you sooner on where we go and head to."

"Okay. Can I go now, I don't want to keep my friend waiting..."

"friend?"

"Yes. A friend you dickhead, now am I excused?"

"Who is this friend of yours?"

"None of your business mister!"

"Tell me or you'll regret it!"

"Fine! Her name is Gretta! You happy now? Can I go..?"

"Oh. Hm. I guess so okay."

"Ugh. Finally, god!"

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So me and Gretta just talked about anything we could possibly talk about.

She was a very witty person. I feel bad for her. She could be our fucking president if only she lived inside 2018.

Unfortuantely woman still has no rights in this era.

Can I take her after this journey??

We literally just talked today and she's now one out of two of my best friends. Plus she's just the same age as me!

"So, Gretta. Could you continue your ranting?"

"Of course. My dear, Karen."

"So I was saying. Women should also be allowed vote! This world is so unfair! Men could only have rights, what about us?! We're humans too you know."

"Couldn't agree more!"

"I know. I just hate it."

"You know, my dear Gretta. I have a prediction.."

"What is it. My dear, Karen?"

"Maybe in the 1920s. Women would have rights to vote?"

"1920? That's five decades right there!"

"Thats only a prediction my dear, Gretta. Relax!"

But it was not. It was indeed a fact.

"I can't. I just. Can you excuse me? I need some time to think and I really need fresh air right now."

"But we are breathing fresh air now. Don't be silly, dear Gretta!"

She laughed.

"No! Haha. It was a.. Just forget it. Let's talk tomorrow, my dear Karen. We still have two more days to talk. Bye bye!"

"Yeah. Bye."

What's her problem. I think she wants freedom as a woman.

Aww. My dear Gretta. I hate her being so sad and miserable.

Can't I let her go with me to 2018? She deserves all the freedom!

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"Hey, my dear Georgie."

"Huh what did you call me?"

"Oh. You know just working on my 1800s way of speaking. So what are you planning? Georgie. My dear, Georgie?"

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