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CHAPTER 53 | SALT

VIVAAN

I washed the last plate, finishing my afternoon shift and dragged my feet towards the mess to collect my meal. The moment I stepped into the line, the in charge slapped a scoop of rice onto my plate and poured dal over it like he was feeding a stray dog.

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