arrey, last night baba was telling me about his friend who went down to fix a clogged drain near the sweet shop. His hands still smell of bleach, he said. Now I keep looking at this old fridge motor, wondering about the air we can't see, the jobs that steal breath instead of just sweat. My daughter’s geometry book is open at the table, and suddenly those angles feel very safe.
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