Part 3
Faraj, and Samantha Faraj
I couldn’t believe those stupid girls. Standing around the porch stairs like they were the only ones who needed to use them. It was bad enough to see them smoking and drinking in public, like common whores, but then to force me to talk to them, by standing right in my way... Wait a minute, who was the girl who’d been in my way? I didn’t remember seeing her before. But it didn’t matter, she was drinking beer. The Mullah had been very clear about such things. Your b...
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