The girl was called Rashida. That was a boy’s name, but she was named after her dead brother. Omar joined in, saying that her parents were horrible, but Rashida disagreed. She told us that she was the only one that came because they could not afford more tickets. We started chatting.
We talked about football, and I showed them a few of my skills. Rashida noticed we were sunburned. She offered us some sun protection cream, and I peered into her bag while she took it out.
I got excited. I saw floor in her bag. And with floor, we could make bread.
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