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It was a sunny Monday morning when Ms Ghosh, having fed and bathed Meena, sat down for a cup of coffee with the morning newspaper. She barely glanced…
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Tag: Anger
Red Tide
The janitor stood there, mop in hand, muttering to himself. The depravity of it all sickened him. It was the same, day after day. Blood spattered all over…
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