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Nightmare

Shahil Magar

Walking along the dust road and thinking about the crowded empty bottles of his previous trip, Samman entered his house of cracks, followed by his paper-littered room, lay in his narrow bed, and woke up violently.

“A nightmare?” he heard someone say.

“A recurring one.”

[Mr. Magar is a twelfth grader at St. Xavier’s College, Maitighar, Kathmnadu.]

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