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The other day, I took my friend, Moh, to a place that I frequently visit, and a place of which I previously talked about on my second notebook; Toastic. Prior to taking him there, I noted to him that the tasty coffee, the calm environment, the tidiness of the place, the lovely attitude of the workers, and the odd location of the bakery, which was in the middle of a neighborhood, for the purpose of building a familiar community, were the reasons behind my constant visits, all of which create suitable conditions for me to write and read.
As we reached our destination, I suggested to my friend that we should walk for a few minutes at the track that surrounds the football, basketball and volleyball pitches, all of which are inside a small park in front of Toastic. The small park was filled with families; parents were sitting in the green grass, kids were playing all over the park, and teams were challenging each other in the three aforementioned games. As we took our stroll at...