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“Fatima nodded quickly. “Absolutely,” she said, trying to sound upbeat. She could pretend for a moment that this was a possibility. Even if it could never happen. “Now, tell me. I bet Zahir is bald and fat. And he probably has a wart on his nose. I mean, he always was an old fuddy-duddy.” Sitting here with her friend, pretending things were possible, gave Fatima the courage to act as if she were a teenager again.”

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