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"Yousry"
Something was weird about that café.. “Yousry" could sense that.. The moment
he entered he felt like he walked into a time machine that took him to the
nineteen fifties or something..
Was it the walls covered with pink wallpaper in some places, and wood in
others..? Or was it those records hanging on the walls in many places..? Or was it
the old gramophone in the corner that didn't stop playing old "Edith Piaf” - his
favorite singer - songs..?
He walked through the tables without looking to anyone, and sat on the first
empty table he passed by..
He closed his eyes for a couple of seconds, trying to grab his nerves together,
and trying to forget the murder that he just saw.. That guy's dead body lying on
the floor, and the shock he saw on the blonde's - that was driving the car- face,
before grabbing herself together and run away with the car before anyone
noticed her, and finally the blood leaking from the guy's smashed head quickly
to the street floor.. The guy who was moments ago crossing the street quickly,
and was just full of life, carrying a bunch of roses that were now scattered