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I felt a gust of cold air nip on my face as it shrouded my vision in a thick white veil. When the smog was beginning to clear out, I started see..

It was regular sized. Not too big, not too small. Just the one I preferred. Tiny white crystals, glistening in the thick caramel syrup, floated ..

Nothing serious happened after this. Just a few rantings :P

Not a true story.

Faiza Iqbal Writing