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crowd.
‘Do we grab him!?’ the bouncer asked Aranya.
‘. . .’

‘Do we grab him, Aranya?’ they asked again.
‘. . .’
‘Say SOMETHING!’

‘. . .’
His jeans came off. Well, at least partly. Aranya felt bolted to the floor. She
couldn’t move, her head spun, and the voices of the screaming Prof. Mitra, the

laughing guys, the gasping girls, were one homogeneous mix in her ears, and
while she was falling to the ground she saw him shirtless and laughing in his red
printed boxers, the three bouncers tackling him and punching him in his face.

Her eyes shut, thinking of his murderous smile, his bare torso and Prof. Mitra’s
tragic face.

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