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Hinna and Henna, and Friend

Mehndi, also known as henna, is an ancient form of temporary skin decoration that has been practiced for centuries in various cultures across the world. It is created by applying a paste made from the powdered leaves of the henna plant to the skin, which then dries and flakes off, revealing intricate patterns and designs. Recently, Hinna and her friend decided to try out mehndi. They were both excited about the idea of having beautiful designs on their skin, but they approached the experience differently. Hinna was committed to getting the full mehndi experience, while her friend opted for a more subtle approach. Hinna spent hours carefully applying the henna paste to her legs, carefully following the patterns and designs she had chosen. She was excited to see the final result and eagerly waited for the henna to dry. In contrast, her friend simply wore stockings over her legs, giving the illusion of mehndi without actually applying any henna paste. As the day progressed, Hinna's m...
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Come to My House and We Will Have Cider

Wayne was all like, "Come to my house and we will have cider", and, "We are young and teenagers and need to try it for the first time".
It was a crisp autumn evening and the leaves were rustling in the cool breeze as we walked up the path to Wayne's house. He greeted us at the door with a mischievous grin, his eyes twinkling with anticipation. "Hurry up and get inside, I've got a surprise for you," he said, ushering us into the warm glow of the living room.




We followed him into the kitchen, the scent of apples and cinnamon wafting through the air. Wayne reached into the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of cider, the usual kind of three litre plastic bottle. "I figured it was time for us to try the real deal," he said, pouring two glasses and handing one to me. "We're not kids anymore, it's time to taste the forbidden fruit."
We took the glasses hesitantly, the cool liquid sloshing against the sides. Wayne clinked his glass against ours and took a deep swig, his eyes widening in surprise. "Whoa, this is strong!" he exclaimed, coughing slightly. We followed suit, the cider teasing our throats as it slid down.
It was an intense flavour, sweet and sour and earthy all at once. We sipped slowly, savouring the taste and the feeling of being rebels, defying the rules and expectations of being "good kids". Wayne and I talked and laughed late into the night, the cider warming us from the inside out. Wayne exclaimed to us all, "Roonyyyyy!!", referring to Wayne Rooney of M.U.F.C. in a big celebration of our new player in our favourite team.
Looking back, I realise that moment was a turning point in our friendship. It marked the beginning of a new era, one of exploration and pushing boundaries. That autumn evening sipping cider at Wayne's house was the start of a wild and unpredictable ride through the ups and downs of teenage life. Sadly, though Wayne went further astray, trust diminished, and we may have been naive to think that the night of cider was so monumental at the time, that small act of rebellion would stay etched in my memory forever as a defining moment of youth. 

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