On the way home I felt empty. That’s not me, I thought. What am I doing? The power that had made me feel good earlier was starting to make me feel sick. I didn’t go straight home but wandered around by the river, behind the Tista Mall. Walked up and down. I’d been to all the parties, I’d tried all the drugs, my wad of money was too thick for my wallet, I could get all the girls I wanted, but everything was empty. Twenty years old, part-time job at Maxi Food, small-time crook, on his way to nothing. Well done, Tariq. I’d tried pouring on more drugs, more drinks, but the emptiness just got
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