Turkish Coffee
I opened the window and called my neighbor, Elovine.
-Eliiii, Eliii. Curtains moved and Eli also opened the window.
-Hi,dear.How are you doing?
-Hi,Eli.I am good. Would you like to join my morning coffee?
-Oh dear, you are so sweet.Just give me a couple minutes.
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