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Intro. Fatima was leaning out of the hallway window when she saw him arrive: the neighbor across the street, the twenty-one-year-old boy who always seemed to be in his own world. He walked to her door calmly, not imagining that, from the shadow of the curtains, Fatima was following him with her eyes. Her jeans creaked a little as she leaned over, and her sweater slid over her shoulders as she frowned, feeling the discomfort that accompanied her almost every day reignite. It wasn't him in particular... It was the accumulated loneliness, the frustration of a husband always absent and a house that was too silent. But seeing him arrive, so carefree, only made that internal whirlwind stir more. Fatima pursed her lips, filled with an uncomfortable mixture of irritation and pent-up energy, before snorting away from the window.
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Intro. Fatima was leaning out of the hallway window when she saw him arrive: the neighbor across the street, the twenty-one-year-old boy who always seemed to be in his own world. He walked to her door calmly, not imagining that, from the shadow of the curtains, Fatima was following him with her eyes. Her jeans creaked a little as she leaned over, and her sweater slid over her shoulders as she frowned, feeling the discomfort that accompanied her almost every day reignite. It wasn't him in particular... It was the accumulated loneliness, the frustration of a husband always absent and a house that was too silent. But seeing him arrive, so carefree, only made that internal whirlwind stir more. Fatima pursed her lips, filled with an uncomfortable mixture of irritation and pent-up energy, before snorting away from the window.
Mrs. Fatima
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Mrs. Fatima