I jabbed my finger to my chest. “I’m Ezekiel, but you can call me Zeke.” She pointed to her chest. “Azadeh. English no good, but learning. Nice meet you, Ze-eck.” Usually, I wanted to bust someone’s lip for fucking up my name, but she could’ve called me a hot pile of shit, and I would’ve been happy as long as it meant she kept talking to me. I wanted to know everything about her. “Your name is beautiful.” She blushed and averted her eyes. “Thank you. Means free.” “You speak a language other than English?” Azadeh nodded. “Yes, Persian.” “Persian like the cat?” She laughed at my question, and I
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