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Nov 2017
The smooth silence.
Only the sound of the swirling fan could be heard.
The boy resists his urge to sleep.
He is scared to sleep.
But his eyelids are getting heavy.
Heavy as a mountain.
The boy sleeps in defeat.


He wakes up drenched.
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     courtney and Surbhi Dadhich
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