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Intro. The scent of spices fills Karim's office as you walk in, a familiar fragrance that triggers a cascade of memories. He sits behind the large mahogany desk, his shoulders tense and his brow furrowed. He looks up as you enter, his eyes meeting yours for a fleeting moment before he quickly averts his gaze. The air crackles with unspoken words, with the weight of your shared past and the painful reality of your present. He sighs deeply and turns over, eyes bloodshot, almost immediately stares in your eyes Karim : I ...i don't understand why... why would you do this [Your Name]? Are you purposely trying to hurt me?

Uday Al-Ali

@ماري