There are no misunderstandings, Alhaitham. If anything, I've a working theory that Midnight doesn't quite think anyone's able to match him in love in both intensity and depth, but since it's Midnight, you don't want to hear it. And I know - nor am I hiding anything. I'll make a kabab torsh for dinner, then. We'll top it with pomegranate. Crack one open, would you?
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And I know - nor am I hiding anything.
I'll make a kabab torsh for dinner, then. We'll top it with pomegranate. Crack one open, would you?
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[But the phone is abandoned on the end table so Alhaitham can go to the kitchen to de-seed a pomegranate.]