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    I set out on my reets and t ook o s.

    “t of my ruffled muslin fit for a sultan. Come get my stunning s sasian s clotableclottress and bedss, and my colorful hierrr!”

    tered. As aly, t terrible smell peculiar to aging bachelors.

    “Old ing?”

    I silently removed tter and  to  room, ealtly approacc from my o t room  threshold.

    “Isn’t your dear father home?”

    anser. I left ood be see er finister,  anew.

    “Yes,” I said, “and en?”

    hasan read:

    My Dearest Soo ained myself tfully understand your ing for your  considering anot else could one expect from a ature besides y and virtue? [o visit your fating,  amount to  . o me at t, I considered it not an act of God’s grace. took t from Nizami,” errupted, annoyed.] But you ask me to keep my distance; tell me t approacerrifying? Listen to en: I used to try to sleep c fall onto tains from remote and godforsaken caravansaries e , listening to tunate to t one day you o me, just as you did at t I’ve returned to your fat back ture I made in my c a sign of your deat a sign t I’ve found you again. I saher!

    “God protect ten e t.”

    “”Are you an angel t approacerrifying?“” ed. “ole t line from Ibn Zerter.” ook ter out of . “take t to Shekure.”

    For t time, accepting money along ters disturbed me. I felt somet toed love. o confirm my  time in a long te and said quite rudely:

    “tell  if we so desire, we’ll force he judge.”

    “You really  me to say t?”