ng me.”

    “Are you ever going to sies again and leave?”

    “No, I  ever leave.”

    “So it.”

    “I swear.”

    “She Koran.”

    “…on the Koran.”

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    “Quit torturing your brotyrant,” said side. “Leave him be.”

    “Mind your oill ting my arm. “o?”

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    “You’re a liar,” my brothe cupboard is full of lemons.”

    As o free myself. I kicked s base, but he pounced on me,

    smotray fell over.

    “You t   airs  being seen by Black?

    Sed us. “You t continue to disgrace me, don’t you?”

    “Oro ter binder,” S said. “ me to do all the work.”

    “her said, slapping him.

    S ly. My brot cry. “I  my father,” he said.

    “urns o take up Uncle o move back h Uncle hasan.”

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    “But I  done anytered any  pitc ligters facing te tree in tyard—I was scared.

    “Open ther,” I said. “I’m cold.”

    “Quit w said. “S soon enough.”

    Moto beil tor leaves?”

    s t in tcove until Black takes  to go upstairs, do you understand?”

    “e’ll get bored in t said. “here has hayriye gone?”

    “Quit butting into everyone’s affairs,” my mother said.

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