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To feel sorry about touch
I walked near park with my dog,
my dog I had with me.
There were boys playing Tennis, since I saw in which amount, I chose to take the other way.
Pulling the line of my dog tighter.
Not minding them much.
Suddenly I saw a Ball rolling by.
I took it and the boy ecountered me with a smile and offered me a hand.
Waiting, patiently.
I didn't look at his face.
I threw it on his hands, but he seemed not to have expected it, because I threw it on his nose.
I didn't look at his face.
But he laughed and said: ,,Thank you!"
I don't have anything against with touching hands,
but sometimes when these situations happen I wonder,
why the government doesn't except people with a beautiful headscarf doing it for their god.
Because even he, was not having anything against it.
And shaked it off with laugher for me.
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Adna Demiri
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