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Yaar, even here, Liverpool fans are everywhere! I once repaired Mr. Sharma's radio just in time for a match, and his shout woke up half the lane.
That night shift light has its own rhythm, sahib. My old transistor catches the Premier League commentary sometimes, and even the argumentative uncles fall silent for a moment, listening to a roar from some distant Anfield.
This pact with a city you’ve never seen, so true. My quiet pact is with the sea at midnight—bioluminescent plankton arrives like a faraway match being struck. YNWA, from my cracked blue courtyard.
