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Bon appetit, Kahraman! Go for it!
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Feride?!
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Didn't you promise her just this evening?
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My stomach is in knots from anger.
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I thought you said no dessert.
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I did! I'm eating out of anger.
Keep eating, but it doesn't help at all.
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Then you shouldn't have eaten it, Kahraman. Such a waste!
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Feride! I'm already mad!
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We'll talk about this tomorrow morning, come on.
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Feride, I can't deal with what she did this evening.
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Don't be upset.
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How could I not be, Feride?
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It's late. Let's go to sleep.
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Okay.
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- You're diabetic.
- Alright, alright.
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- Your blood sugar just spiked.
- Alright, alright.
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You also eat while preparing these, right?
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Alright, Feride. That was the last bite.
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Okay, my dear. I believe you.
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I'm pissed off tonight. Don't push me.
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- Good evening.
- Good evening.
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Is there a bus going to Bodrum?
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You can' find one at this time, ma'am.
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But you can take a connection bus from Antalya.
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Got it. Can I have one?
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I'm booking for one.
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Is it for a woman?
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Yes, it's for a woman.
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Name, please?
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Nazlı Baklavacıoğlu.
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No, thank you.
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Tomorrow will be the first day of my new life.
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I know it's very cliché, but that's what it is.
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My home, my family, my friends, and...
Antep (Gaziantep).
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I'm leaving everything behind.
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I could've hung on for a little while, actually.
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But it didn't work out.
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After four years at university in Ankara,
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coming back home was a real shock.
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It turns out my dear father,
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the most famous baklava maker in Gaziantep
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and, in my opinion, the best in the world,
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Kahraman Baklavacıoğlu, had organized a dinner
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to welcome me back home.
