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Omer: I pray every night. For him to die.
Omer's Friend: How's he going to die?
Omer: Out of sickness.
Omer's Friend: Has he not gotten better?
Omer: An accident, then.
Omer's Friend: Maybe he'd fall from the minaret!
Omer: A snake could bite him.
Omer's Friend: Even if it did, it wouldn't kill him.
Omer: Scorpion! Didn't uncle Halil's grandson die of a scorpion sting?
Omer's Friend: He was a baby, though.
Omer: But if there are two or three of them! I'll find them.
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