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Making a Goddess
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A Middle Eastern Goddess and the Me
Sara Ibrahim wanted to pay for lunch but I have refused and paid with the money I have brought in their currency. We walked out of the restaurant and headed towards her apartment, the doorman greeted us both, opening the glass double doors of the apartment building. Walking towards the main lobby, she pushed a