Fariba has introduced her. She is my age. She is different from the other clients. Maybe because we are the same age. Maybe because she went to university, unlike any other. Anyway, I feel close to her. The bride, now what do I hate about all this? I hate Amir. Maybe if someone else was Amir, I would not have walked so much in the mud. My dog would be a dog if he bought it for me and he wanted it, it would be good, but if I wanted to go to a nail club or dye my hair or even have eyebrows and appliqué, the dog would hate all of this. How much did I want pajamas when I paid? The underwear set wanted me to do all this at my dad's house. Now I had to beg or be humiliated. I found a job many times. He said no, not a prodigal daughter. I was going home, I should not have packed up, I should have waited, sir. No, it means we did not have it, but he was forced to give money to many things. How much did I say about nail implants? How much did I say how cute I was until he was satisfied? Strange, I wanted him. Manto was talking to me. I wore a parliamentary mantle that I could wear for my daughter's wedding. I was a child, I am a child, a XNUMX-year-old woman is no less than a child. Or Molly, who had the right to take it from her father, buying and selling iron and waste, a lot of money, luggage. Three days later, I go out and a Samand beeps. Ella, I will not come. I had thought many times about the price of prostitutes, their income in coats and hairdressing money, and in what I want. And I pass, I wait for a taxi, he holds a Xantia, I do not die, he holds Pride, he says, I laugh in my heart at night of XNUMX, he holds a XNUMX. Come, I am satisfied, my hand goes to the handle, my hand shakes, but I open it in the car. My life is written
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Date: August 29, 2018
