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Continue reading →: A Long GoodbyeI remember when we used to cook opor together,the kitchen alive with the smell of coconut milk and spices,her hands moving with a grace I always admired,chopping, stirring, teaching me—“Not too much salt, just a pinch. Cooking is about balancing and harmony,” she said We’d go grocery shopping,her with her…
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Continue reading →: The Orchids Flourish, and So Do WeTrigger Warning: This story contains content related to sexual violence and may be distressing for some readers. Please proceed with caution. Setya received a strange mail as he finished his lunch. He glanced the sender’s name and tried to recall who the person was. Was she someone he screwed? or…




