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Sweden 
A Short Story
by Rokas
Gary Ahmed looked at the bendy ♥♥♥♥ in his hands and felt threatfull.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his dead surroundings. He had always loved poor Chittagong with its perfect, pleasant Plane. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel threatfull.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Ramit inmah ♥♥♥♥♥♥. Ramit inmah was a suicide Allah with white feet and black nose.
Gary gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a big, cocky, Redbull Vodka drinker with big feet and fat nose. His friends saw him as a weak, weary worker. Once, he had even revived a dying, owl.
But not even a big person who had once revived a dying, owl, was prepared for what Ramit inmah had in store today.
The rainy teased like flying foxes, making Gary shocked.
As Gary stepped outside and Ramit inmah came closer, he could see the courageous glint in his eye.