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It was a dark night. You rarely got stormy ones during summer in #mumbai. I stood there, the sweat running down my back, rivulets tickling me by being in places they had no business being. He stood in front, gaping at me, the effect comical when you considered the cigarette dangling from his lips. His lips started to move but his eyes already shouted pity. My face flushed hotter than the weather and I mumbled something and ran inside, half hoping he'd call me back. He didn't and I tripped over a step in the dark, cursing mankind, mostly #men, and especially men who flirted with you and then pretended like they didn't understand why you now liked them. #shortstory #instastory #fiction

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