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9th July, Sat –
usherer.
16 Jul 2005
Woke up to a room swirling with Winnie the Pooh stickers, yellow rubber ducks and a 19-month-old smiling baby smiling down at me as I tried to drink my tea to clear my head.
Listened to her mother cursing her father who, fortunately, could not defend himself in a quarrel. Couldn’t quite figure out what to do with my hands so I wiped them on my pants. The kid broke into a toothy smile.
Sunlight forced its way into the flat, streaking the playground with pieces of its trail. It huffed and puffed and dragged its body across the tiny flat. I looked at it in loathe.
Time to go back to my own hell.
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