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Like a compass needle that points north, a man’s accusing finger always finds a woman. Always. You remember that, Mariam.”
A man’s heart is a wretched, wretched thing, Mariam.
when Laila woke up thirsty, she found their hands still clamped together, in the white-knuckle, anxious way of children clutching balloon strings.
