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My mom said I will never get married. My dad said I am dressing like a boy. My oldest sister said I look like a McDonald's clown and my clothing color taste is yucky, but I am cool. Cool people are fun,.
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If a man wants to marry me he must look for me," I said loudly
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And find me," I said again after a brief silence
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Perhaps I should find him, too." I whispered to myself and took an angry bite of the red apple that was given to me earlier and still sitting in my hands.
Today I am meeting with my friend Lyla. She just got a new camera and wanted to be a wedding photographer. Can you believe this?
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Don't people go to school for that," once I had asked her
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Not really" she replied to me after a deep silence
When I get married, she wants to be my wedding photographer. Sure. I said to her and inside me I was thinking I might be her first victim (ah ah ah ..) but she is cool and I like cool and happy people. She is great at shooting photos just she needs some more practice. I mean a lots more!
Of course I cannot tell her this. She will be mad at me and I have to buy her some ice cream to forgive me. The pistachio ice cream her favorite. From Oliveri Maârif restaurant not Amorino restaurant. She does not like the owner of The Amorino restaurant. So, no buying ice cream from their. End of story she said when I asked her why.
We were laughing loudly and many photos were shot. A lots were not so good but few were. We had so much fun. She showed me some other people's photos. All were female expect one.
"Who is he?" I asked her excitedly
"Ahmed," answered me while she was browsing photos throw her new camera screen. I kept silent and then she added
"He lives upstairs, with his parents, apartment 501, he is really cool guy." she said sweetly
