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Every Day Became a Rehearsal

Slowly, getting over that lost someone, a day, at a time, translated… Put on my uniform, tied my shoelaces, I alighted that same MRT train as I’d done yesterday, watched that lady who’d leaned on the poles with her doll-like … Continue reading

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