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Smithereens
Sometimes I would get so angry that I’d just want to break things. I’d want to scream and shout and smash things in a fit of raw, instinctive, and inexplicable destruction.
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The Perfect Stranger
I did it again. I fell in love with a stranger. I first spotted him at noon, outside the mosque. I was sitting on the concrete steps surveying my surroundings, whilst my companions decided which attraction to visit next. He stood, alone, a silhouette against the high sun. Bleach blonde hair tied back in a…