Uncertainty wasn’t something Nathan enjoyed; uncertainty made him nervous.  So, he threw on a pair of tennis shoes, booked another two nights at his hotel, grabbed a guide book, and stepped outside.  He told himself he was staying for the culture.  Even though he’d never had any interest in Morocco, he decided it was maybe just that he didn’t know enough about it.  He walked halfway down the street, before passing the bar he’d been at the night before.  During the day it transformed itself into a café.  He noticed a group of men smoking the hookah, playing a game with what looked like dominos.  He didn’t really know where he was going, so he took a table beside them, ordering a coffee. 

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