TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER
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09.01.04, wednesday morning
Her father is a Sufi scholar. Jimmy wanted to know if he was a cult leader. I don't really know. He conducts late-night classes where everyone gets ecstastic over rose-scented bergamot tea and poetry read til dawn. I thought that was the best thing I had heard in a long time. What harm can one wreck whilst reading poetry all night?