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He paused. Then, Eyüphan began to chuckle. The chuckle turned into a full belly laugh. He looked at his own reflection in the

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Eyüphan, finally pulling the tangled chiffon from his face, felt his cheeks burning hotter than the peppers he was buying. His perfectly styled hair was now a mess.