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VIII. Mask.

  • Writer: aliya anand
    aliya anand
  • Jan 20, 2022
  • 1 min read

“Put your mask on”

The little martian nags.

“It is on, relax! Everyone has it now in any case.”

“Put your mask on!” He insists, his sparkly eyes widening with panic

I strap on another atop my synthetic blue one just to appease him

“Happy?”

“That’s not what I meant. Put it on your eyes.”

 
 
 

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