Monday, January 2, 2023
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...it was an ordinary day like usual, office hours tiring and routine, it was time to return home, sayyad perhaps had no reason attractive enough to go back home, nobody waited for him there with open arms and welcoming doors open, for past three years he was resident of a small flat, he had to unlock the door himself to let himself in, , where his solitude and silence embraced him completely, he wished the way home would never end, he would watch faces getting in and out at each stop, trying to read their expressions, making stories of them, ever since he had come to this town to do his job he had discovered himself and found his mind invented stories just by looking at people's faces, his skills had improved and he could be quite true in his speculation about otgers personalities nature habits and characters, he didn't care if he was right or wrong he just enjoyed studying faces, he would deeply get into reading the faces that he would forget he had nobody home and silent solitude awaited and he had to unlock his door himself to let himself in
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