PLAY NOW,PAY LATER

 Would you rather Pay now then Play later or Play now and Pay later.
 A short play about RACHEAL and CYNTHIA.
Get to know who decided to Play now then Pay later in this Holy spirit inspired story.
Read, Comment,Share and be blessed.
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 https://drive.google.com/file/d/1-2vNyiOvA4lbwiVS3JOuE8ldNLPeGakI/view?usp=drivesdk

Comments

  1. Bianca IhuaSeptember 25, 2020 at 10:51 PM

    Awesome!!!!💜😍🤩😍🥺

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  2. Priscilla EgboSeptember 28, 2020 at 9:58 AM

    The structure of your play is just so amazing and well arranged. The thoughts flow seamlessly into each other. God bless you for this timely message. More grease to your elbow

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