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THE 19TH OF FEBRUARY It was 1 o'clock at night wh

THE 19TH OF FEBRUARY

It was 1 o'clock at night when I was returning from work late. Luna had moved up in the dark, cloudy sky, shining, round; not as round as the chappatis I had after my first client meeting. The streets were mostly empty, vehicles very rare. I could not find many people. I strolled down the street, towards my house. Unexpectedly, the chai stall was still open. Well, it wouldn't be the worst idea to have a cup of my favourite tea, from my favourite Madhu bhaiya's tea stall.

*FULL STORY IN THE CAPTION.* THE 19TH OF FEBRUARY

It was 1 o'clock at night when I was returning from work late. Luna had moved up in the dark, cloudy sky, shining, round; not as round as the chappatis I had after my first client meeting. The streets were mostly empty, vehicles very rare. I could not find many people. I strolled down the street, towards my house. Unexpectedly, the chai stall was still open. Well, it wouldn't be the worst idea to have a cup of my favourite tea, from my favourite Madhu bhaiya's tea stall.

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THE 19TH OF FEBRUARY

It was 1 o'clock at night when I was returning from work late. Luna had moved up in the dark, cloudy sky, shining, round; not as round as the chappatis I had after my first client meeting. The streets were mostly empty, vehicles very rare. I could not find many people. I strolled down the street, towards my house. Unexpectedly, the chai stall was still open. Well, it wouldn't be the worst idea to have a cup of my favourite tea, from my favourite Madhu bhaiya's tea stall.

*FULL STORY IN THE CAPTION.* THE 19TH OF FEBRUARY

It was 1 o'clock at night when I was returning from work late. Luna had moved up in the dark, cloudy sky, shining, round; not as round as the chappatis I had after my first client meeting. The streets were mostly empty, vehicles very rare. I could not find many people. I strolled down the street, towards my house. Unexpectedly, the chai stall was still open. Well, it wouldn't be the worst idea to have a cup of my favourite tea, from my favourite Madhu bhaiya's tea stall.

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THE 19TH OF FEBRUARY It was 1 o'clock at night when I was returning from work late. Luna had moved up in the dark, cloudy sky, shining, round; not as round as the chappatis I had after my first client meeting. The streets were mostly empty, vehicles very rare. I could not find many people. I strolled down the street, towards my house. Unexpectedly, the chai stall was still open. Well, it wouldn't be the worst idea to have a cup of my favourite tea, from my favourite Madhu bhaiya's tea stall. S #Death #story #father #yqbaba #yostowrimo #the19thoffebruary #storiesbyswift