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The Object of Your Affection

"You have to get up." Anmol tried to get the blanket off her head. "Oh no." she groaned mid-sleep. Anmol pulled off the blanket, "It's been a week and you're sulking."

"I am, aren't I?"

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Chanchal Yadav

My words paint a world where memories resurface, both beautiful and haunting. It's up to you to decide if you want to reminisce or rewrite.