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…ur unhinged conversations, fleeting moments of yearning for something I cannot quite put into words… but why do I still remember the taste of the awful breakfast we had from a small hotel that day, and the colourless, flavourless cup of tea with a teabag that looked as though it had been used twice before?
Sharika Hafeez
Adrienne Beaumont
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