When I was 14, our neighbor (palestinean muslim) had a beautiful wife, a baby and his mother living all in the same house. They were a very friendly family. His mother became sick so his wife took the baby, and accompanied the mother back to palestine in the hopes that she would get better. They were gone for about 3 years, visiting once or twice. During this time, I witnessed a gaal blonde doing a walk of shame out of his house at 7am in the morning on my way to the bus stop.
Last year, at the age of 21, I met his wife because my younger sibling and her daughter (now older) were on a play date. She's about my age, only 3 years older than me and a very sweet woman. Honestly her and I probably would have hit it off, except for the fact that I aint trying to get to know her cuz if I do and I like her I'll feel obligated to tell her. So I'm staying out of entire mess.
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