Stretched out on the deck chair by the poolside looking at the stars, the voice had startled Aparna. “Is all right if I sit down by you?” The words were slurred.

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The beauty of being a tyrant, the Tyrant thought, was that he wasn’t subject to Judgment. Still, he wanted to know how he might be judged, were he to be judged, so he hired a distinguished commission of Learned Judges for the task.

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Weary, at the end of your day, you enter an evening bus. You attach seamlessly with the rest of flesh in the vehicle. Tch, tch, someone inevitably makes this sound, tch, tch, as you step on that someone’s shoes. Tch, tch, as you crash onto the back ...

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That stuff is poison and you bloody know it. Fuck yourself. But my throat is burning, needs lubrication, so it comes out nervous, a meek cough.

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There is something vibrating under my bed. This is the third night I have felt it, it is unmistakable now. At first I thought it might be the last haze of a dream, where conscious imagination and involuntary reverie meet. But now ....

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