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By the time David's car stopped outside our apartment, the city had fully woken up. The honking, the chai stalls, the smell of petrol mixed with breakfast-it was all so Hyderabad. Loud, messy, familiar.

David parked like he always did-half on the line, half on faith.

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Thelonglostpearl

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