Apple of Someone Else’s Eyes
To you, the sign that I exist.
“Hear me out. Listen to me.” At first, I could not make out where the question was coming from. I looked around, saw the man sitting next to me, a fat gentle man in a blue shirt and white dhoti; then the young man leaning against the iron bar close to my seat; I saw the back of heads of the people sitting...<![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]></div>
“Hear me out. Listen to me.” At first, I could not make out where the question was coming from. I looked around, saw the man sitting next to me, a fat gentle man in a blue shirt and white dhoti; then the young man leaning against the iron bar close to my seat; I saw the back of heads of the people sitting...<![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]></div>
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