Back then, it had been in Tamil—get lost you donkey, look at your face, stupid monkey face. Now everything was in English. Now it was about money, fuck and motherfucking assholes, I’m sick, I don’t know what to do, I’m tired, I’m so fucking tired all the time.
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All the terrible things were the same size. They were furred over with dust and seemed to slouch in the heavy sunlight.
