Part 13
Faraj Faraj
Fadi certainly looked relaxed. Sitting in the library carrel with his feet up on the chair beside him, reading the paper. He had a pile of books on the table in front of him, but wasn’t paying them any attention. I had a couple of history books under my arm, just for show. I needed a reason to sit at the table next to him. I walked over nervously, but as I arrived at the carrels, he just glanced at me and dropped his feet to the floor. That was it, not a sign of recognition. He w...
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