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......     she sighed deep and  fell silent,   how could she say that they didn't meet regularly every day,  six  days a week  she  remained  spinning like  crazy in her balcony  all day,  and  each Sunday he revolved  round   the balcony,  hoping to  see  her,  to catch  just  a glimpse of her,  but Sundays abbu remained home and she wouldn't dare to be seen in the balcony