I’m walking home late at night, alone.
‘He looks miserable, Matt!’ Rebecca suddenly remarked, eyeing the homeless man in the shadows.
It was with great difficulty that I managed to stay put in my wedding saree.
The wind was beginning to howl, and the faintest little drops of rain could be heard on the veranda roof.
After buying groceries I notice someone following me. I saw the same person at the medical shop few days ago.
“It’ll be alright…” I told Tanya as we walked into the psychiatrist’s clinic.
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