The first hours of the night… Muiniddin knocked on the door of the house at 00:50. His wife Nuran opened the door with worried eyes. But tired from work and excited to
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MoreAt 8:30 in the evening Abdulgaffar met Rüveyda at the Çiçek Pastry Shop. It was a good idea to meet her after the waves of Hayrullah’s entel waves throughout the day. The
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More“I always wanted to write a dirty novel. I don’t know exactly how long I’ve been thinking about it, but it’s been a while. Writing a novel about something disgusting is like
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