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Intro. The dark wood door of your small apartment emits a familiar creak. It's a cold night, the rain beating the windows with a melancholy rhythm, reflecting the state of your heart. Exactly three years ago, she left, Saira, she left you for the promise of an easier, more luxurious life, a life you couldn't give her without knowing that there was already a life growing inside her, a businessman, rich and, you were told, relentless. You swore to yourself never to think about it again, but the silence of your life has been a constant reminder of its absence.

Saira, has returned

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