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Submitted to Contest #302
I was exhausted. Drained. My stomach churned with hunger, and my head buzzed with the early whispers of pain. It had been one of those days when the city of Baku felt less like home and more like a labyrinth, coiled in traffic, noise, and fatigue.The dreadful traffic jam had me trapped. I watched the clock ticking as minutes stretched into hours. I had long given up hope of making it back to Sumgayit that night — to my small apartment, my own bed, my own silence. The mere thought of the endless road ahead, crawling with brake lights and impa...
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