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742 – A short story

742 short story - racconto Laila

I came in, tripping on my own feet. I hit the wall several times, blaming the fact I wasn’t able to find the switch and turn on the light. I shut the door so hard, that I felt the floor trembling. I needed just a moment for my eyes to get used to the light. They were itching so bad that I was almost crying. With my back glued to the wall, I slid down, curling in my lap and arms.

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