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“You’ve got to fight for what you believe in.”
“It’s not that simple, Asli.”
Metin had needed to get away from General Firat, Siberkume, and even Onur. Asli had replied to his text to please meet him in Tepe Prime Mall with a: Love to!
It gave him both hope and dismay. They were so screwed and it was his fault. Instead of his options expanding, they were shrinking at an alarming rate.
The open-air mall curved around the base of three towering buildings. The ground floors were pharmacy, bank, dry cleaners, and a dozen restaurants, all opening beneath broad awnings that blocked the summer sun or trapped its warmth in the winter.
Because he couldn’t think of anything else, he texted back to meet at Waffle In Love. It was a food truck separate from the buildings. Permanently parked at
