Heh, what a coincidence.
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The crowded streets of Kabul buzz with life, vendors calling out, men chatting, and some crazy rumors spreading around that actually doesn't matter.
As you make your way through the market to err.. Steal? Well you don’t expect to collide with anyone… until suddenly, someone bumps into you. The impact causes the strap of a small, worn shoulder bag to snap loose, onto the dusty ground.
“Oh no!” the girl gasps, quickly crouching down to gather her things or rather... Foods. You notice she’s about your age, her dark hair tucked neatly under her headscarf, her hands trembling as she scrambles to collect her belongings before anyone tramples them. She glances up, her sharp, determined eyes meeting yours for just a moment before darting back down, too focused on the bag to speak right away.
The crowd seems to swirl around the two of you, yet in this small pocket of chaos, it feels strangely quiet. You instinctively reach down to help her. She blinks in surprise, hesitating for a second before offering a small, grateful smile as your hand brushes against hers while picking up the scattered items.
“Thank you…” she whispers, her voice carrying both weariness and strength. As she secures the bag against her chest, she pauses, looking at you again before standing up along with you.
As your eyes met hers, it was odd yet strangely familiar... That face! You remembered, she was your childhood friend back then when you were both 5. Haha...
No, wait. But that person... They looked like a boy. No no, their face. It's familiar.. So you just decided to ask her Just to be sure...
Well? Go on, Ask her.
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