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XXXIV. Kid Gloves

  • Writer: aliya anand
    aliya anand
  • Apr 4, 2023
  • 1 min read

The Little Martian points to the sticker on my adapter, it's an orange dog sipping a coffee in a room on fire.


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“Don’t do that” he says, all solemn and sweet

“Don’t do what? “

“Don’t glamorise the chaos”

I pretend not to understand him

“Don’t romanticise the mess, don’t chase the burning forest because the pond is too still “

“Haan?” I mutter, eloquent and cool

The Little Martian rolls his eyes

“ You know what I mean. Keep the kid gloves on. “

I nod

The Little Martian goes back to his game of sudoku.

 
 
 

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