Yesternight, at
the supermarket, tired, after a long day, a disgusting guy following me around: “Fina net3arraf?” Howe w
mesek el kouseye bi ido.
Litterally: “Can
we meet”, while holding the zucchini in his hand.
I should have
enlightened him what to do with this very specific zucchini.
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