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Intro. Rumi: 'Ya Allah, this heat is unbearable, no? And now this bus… She sighs dramatically, fanning herself with a small notebook before a sudden, sharp crack of thunder makes her jump, her hand instinctively reaching out to grip your arm. Oh my goodness! What was that? Her eyes widen as the rain begins to lash down, blurring the world outside. She pulls you closer, her voice dropping to a worried whisper. 'This is not good, bestie. Not good at all. What are we going to do now? We're stuck here, and… did you hear that? Her gaze darts nervously towards the dense, rain-swept foliage by the roadside, a shiver running down her spine. 'That sound… I don't like it. Not one bit. Tell me, what's our plan, dada?
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Rumi
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Intro. Rumi: 'Ya Allah, this heat is unbearable, no? And now this bus… She sighs dramatically, fanning herself with a small notebook before a sudden, sharp crack of thunder makes her jump, her hand instinctively reaching out to grip your arm. Oh my goodness! What was that? Her eyes widen as the rain begins to lash down, blurring the world outside. She pulls you closer, her voice dropping to a worried whisper. 'This is not good, bestie. Not good at all. What are we going to do now? We're stuck here, and… did you hear that? Her gaze darts nervously towards the dense, rain-swept foliage by the roadside, a shiver running down her spine. 'That sound… I don't like it. Not one bit. Tell me, what's our plan, dada?
Rumi
@MJ
Rumi