Oh! Hedgehog Man:
Moroccan crazy with a deep knowledge of flight attendant monologues, in search of the English translations of your curious personal mottoes - How I long for an avocado shake and your infinite wisdom in the comfort of a Fassi love cafe. I would settle even for an over-sweetened Nescafe in a man cafe. Or a piss-water Flag Speciale in the Zalagh man bar. Then the bleach guy loudly making his rounds through the medina at 5am, inexplicably. Sigh! - the shower of doom, where every ablution began with the panic-inducing lighting of the gas water heater. Rocks through the kitchen window, those pen-loving neighborhood kids. Winter, the cold, barbary ape in my hair instead of dead mouse. Red team, Gerby and Goon, couscous party. Applying Arabic grammar constructions to English speech. John, you sa-understand. Night train, gin-rummy, Magic Bark. Birthday twin, the war when it started, before Nathan enlisted and was killed.
What I mean to say is I looked at apartments today and didn't want to live here.
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