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201. The Future Heals

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The morning rain was clear as glass, making everything outdoors a shade darker. Inside, Rani sipped on bitter coffee and put her legs up on the stool. Her hips didn’t move as they did thirty years ago and she closed her eyes waiting for the pain to subside. The rain was an African drum groove on the tin roof as Rani opened her book: “Revenge and unfairness walk hand in hand...” Rani pictured a gun in her hand, walking into her husband’s house opposite the road but that’d have to wait. She didn’t move nor feel the same way she did thirty years ago.

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