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– Yes. It was a friend, Sultana continued to assert.

– You made a mistake. My name is Adele.

– Very nice. Sultan.

– Let’s get acquainted.

– I noticed you a long time ago.

– And I almost never go out. And I don’t look around much.

– I noticed. I have wanted to approach you for a long time, but you are so modest, I did not know how to do it.

– Let’s go sit down. Vina smiled sweetly. Sultana smiled back.

– Where are you from?

– I am from Morocco, Rabat city.

– Yes. It must be very beautiful there. I have never been to Morocco. Forgetting her guilt, she almost blurted out, “Come to us. But coming to her senses in time, she answered,

– Yes, very much. Very beautiful. And where are you from?

– I am a native of Cambodia, after marriage I moved to the city of Bangkok. My husband is a famous palmist.

– I already know that. Vina thought to herself. – Great. You have a completely different life there compared to Morocco. There was sadness in Vina’s voice. Sultana tried to read between the lines of the words of Guilt, and catch in them useful information for herself. In the course of the conversation, a friendship was formed between the girls. And to some extent, Sultana’s doubts were dispelled.