It was not for a week or a month. I'm glad to recognise you. He kept at it even on those nights when the monsoon began to break with heavy storms and he had to weight down with stones everything on his table. “Want to see my fangs?” She asked. There was a long silence between them. If he died, here in this hotel, who would care? Or if she died, who would care? A queer desire blossomed in her heart: to go to him, urge him to see the folly of trying to forget.
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