We’ve been here for just over three months and we still haven’t figure out what this framed tapestry on the lounge wall is all about.

I suppose we could ask the landlord but our broken Arabic is guarantee that someone’s decor sensibilities will be offended.

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Well?

The drive was atavistic.

Hunter-gatherer sensibilities trumped a millennium’s worth of progress as we engaged in a quiet war to secure, and deftly, the most well-vantaged space for our cars.

Parking lots bring out the moer in people.

And the ugly too. Read more

So, how are you?

“How am I what?”

How are you doing?

“How am I doing what?”

How are you doing at doing what you’re doing?

Seriously, I’d like to know.

Really, I do.

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