*
"Which blanket do you prefer?" Fareed asked, holding up two identical blankets. Noor narrowed her eyes at him, leaning against the wall.
"What's the difference between the two?" she asked.
"This one," he raised the one in his right hand, "smells like lemons, for some reason."
Noor stifled her laughter.
"This one," he raised the one in his left hand, "has a small hole on this corner."
"I'll take the one that smells like lemons." she said, stretching her hand out towards him.
"The punctured one it is." he said, handing her the one in his left hand.
"I said I want the other one." she glared at him. Fareed ignored her, walking over to the pile of pillows at the other end of the living room. "Will you be comfortable here all alone?" he asked without looking at her.
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