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Abdallah claps a hand on my shoulder and I brush him off. He laughs, loudly– might I add.
“Bro, I am so happy for you,” His arms crossed, he sits on the chair in front of me. “How did she agree to this, anyway?”
My fingers pause mid-sentence and I look up. “Don’t you have a life? Stop butting into mine if you don’t have anything better to do.”
He is unfazed by my behaviour. The guy knows me too well and has for too long. “Did she give you the cold shoulder? Is that why you’re so grumpy today?’
My teeth grit so tight, I’m afraid I might crush my molars. “Why? Are you talking from experience?”
His eyes darken and I know I’ve hit just the right spot. Good. I continue typing, my eyes yet again begging to close.
“Anyway,” The man doesn’t know when to shut up. “Are you going to kee
