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KAMAL.
I probably woke up on the wrong side of the bed this Sunday maybe that was why bad luck got stuck on my name for a whole week.
A hooligan fell on me.
Dumped the whole contents of her cup on me.
Used her hands on me.
How rude of her to just touch me. From the looks of it she seemed like a Muslim despite the wardrobe choice but whoever told her it was okay to touch strangers of the opposite sex told her wrong.
Strangers spelt danger. Danger meant "no-go" area.
I moved her hand away and walked back to my car with a clenched jaw and wildly flowing blood beneath the skin. My fists were itching to hit something, a punching bag maybe. The juices got stuck on my skin making me shudder as I moved. Sticky and irritating, just what I needed to brighten up my gloomy day.
Only God knows why I decided to take off my jacket when I left for my car earlier. Now I have to wear it back and Tahir was constantly nagging me with his text messages.
