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and then our exile

Thursday, January 20, 2005 at 7:35 p.m.

Taka and i standing on the porch of one of the cabins under a vast and starry sky
>>girl at SUNIA: but why aren't you dancing? you just seem...like a natural dancer. like you have it in you, you know.
>>Muntaka: hah, no, this whole singing and dancing deal, i've never done that, i'm just not into it.


cut: RevivingIslamicSpirit conference in Tee-dot:
>>Taka sings before an audience of TEN THOUSAND.
>>at the SKYDOME, with SAMI YUSUF.

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THE DAYS OF THE BREAKDANCING TAKA
ARE NOT FAR OFF.
WATCH THIS SPACE FOR DETAILS.
PH-R-D'S PROPHECY // MAY INDEED COME TRUE!

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