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Saad Mehmood English Language Coursework Production Piece One Mokia 6230: The Faithful Sidekick. Her gaze meets yours from across the dance floor. You coolly scan the place while sipping your drink as if it didn't register. Aware of her stare you heartily laugh at a joke which barely deserved a smile. You look back to that spot; nowhere to be seen. High heeled footsteps are heard from behind you, they're getting louder, they've stopped. Your stomach jolts, either that chicken vindaloo doesn't agree with you, or she's behind you. You exchange cool pleasantries. Sara; works in media. She's a looker, wait until the lads see her. You gave her your number, smiled and turned on your heels. The cat gets the cream. Until she pops the question, the dreaded question. You try explaining it, that you'd remember it or write it on your hand; no use, she insists. Insists you put her number in your phone,...

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