Pembe Bıçak
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Last published Sat, May 25, 2024
Restoranttan çıktıktan sonra arkadaşım Whitney ile alışveriş merkezinde buluşma planı yaptığımız için apar topar yola çıktım.Ben buluşacağımız alışveriş merkezine geldiğimde Whitney ile alışveriş merkezinin girişinde karşılaştık.Whitney hemen konuya girdi:
"Nasılsın,böcük''
Whitney'in bana böcük demesi garibime gitmişti.
"Yaaaa," dedi Whitney alaylı bir şekilde.
"Böyle kalırsın oğlum." dedi bu cümlesini tamamladıktan hemen gülen Whitney.
"Sen niye durduk yere böcük diyorsun,aaa ne kadar ayıp. Bak küserim valla." dedim sinirli ve masum bir şekilde Whitney'e bakarken.
"Sosyal deney yaptık kızım. Senin de hiç sosyal deney anlayışın yok." dedi tok sesiyle. Hala alışveriş merkezinin kapısında ayakta duruyorduk. Bu durum çok komiğime gittiği için komik bir şekilde güldüm.
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