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A young man with luscious black hair gelled back, a not so heavy beard, dressed in a black kurta, white pants, and black dress shoes was sitting at a couch, taking a sip from a water bottle. He put the bottle down and then looked up, clearing his throat.
"Hi there," he spoke. "I'm Abram. Abram Ali. I want to tell you all a story. Many of you people have heard of love stories. The one's in crappy novels. Or those melodramatic Bollywood films. What I'm going to tell you...is not a love story. It's a-"
"HOLD IT!" a girl's voice shouted.
"And there she goes." Abram shook his head.
A young girl with raven black hair, dressed in a knee length baby blue sundress with puffy sleeves rushed in the room, moving over onto to the couch with Abram. "You can't tell this story without me!" the girl shouted.
"And why's that?!"
"Because you're the one who started everything by saying your name was Abraham on Tinder!"
"I told you it was an auto correct typo! And its not ChristianSingles.com where you should expect only Christian dudes!"
"And there you go with being difficult again!"
"Well now you guys can meet Miriam...my wife."
"Introduce me properly!"
"Fine. Miriam Joseph. Whose so proud of her surname that she feels it should be spelled out to the entire world."
"And we're going to tell you a story."
"Not a love story. Not at all. It's a story about us."
"Seriously that's the best way you can describe it?!"
Abram shook his head as he covered Miriam's mouth, preventing her to talk as she muttered under his hand. "And now that my wife is going to stop talking, make sure you check out our story when it unfolds this March 12th! Don't miss it!"
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