bowling, and it was fun but very hot, and the ball kept
slipping off my fingers. We just couldn’t figure out how William did it; the bowling ball was way too heavy for him, he had no idea where to roll or how. He couldn’t even get the name of the game down right; he kept calling it “rolling ball”. Yet somehow, by some mysterious force, he kept hitting the pins.After the game we decided to have dinner at Chili’s, situated in the same mall. We quickly changed out minds however, when we noticed that the prices were triple the prices of most other restaurants in Maadi, and when we were told that there was a waiting line to enter the restaurant. This was a regular Chili’s mind you, 5 pm on a Friday night. We got in a cab and went to our favorite Chinese restaurant a block from our house instead. Five perfumes beef to our rescue!
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