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"Jeez, don't do that," you gasp, but are surprised to hear
the words come out in a different language. Egyptian. The young man
casts a suspicious look at you.
"Jeez?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. You open your mouth to
explain, but he waves an impatient hand at you. "Never mind. You
will be wanting water. And perhaps some new clothes," he adds,
looking down at the ones you are wearing. He speaks in Egyptian, but
it is as clear as English to you. You frown and look down to see what
he is talking about. Your jaw drops when you see that your jeans,
t-shirt, and Nikes are replaced by a kind of dress/robe thing and
leather slippers. It is also, unlike the onw worn by the person in
front of you, remarkably dirty. You look up to find the young man
looking at your clothes with faint distaste. You frown at him again.
"Maybe I will have some water," you say haughtily, the
Egyptian words rolling off your tongue like you've spoken it all your
life. He looks up at you, grins devilishly, and turns toward a large
tent. Right before he enters the tent, you see him turn around.
"And some clothes!" he yells, and rushes out of
sight.
"Ahem?" says a polite voice behind you. You jump and whirl
around to face a bewildered looking young man.
