--once more kamaal took out his cell to check the time, waiting for amjad was tiring him, he had had meanwhile drunk so many cups of tea, checking his cigarettes he found only two were left in the packet, pulling out one he called the waiter for the match box but someone held out a lighter and lit his cigarette, turning to see who it was he saw a stranger who sat down asking if he was waiting for someone, it was a small tea shop, the cement walls were plain, benches were added as an after thought to them ,
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