The Sweet Smell Of Freedom - Sunday Photo Fiction

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John was tired of his job as a sweeper. The heat, the all-pervading smell of waste and the smell of his own sweat made him want to puke. He had taken up this job two weeks back. Nancy, his wife had been hell-bent on his going to work. He was also tired of

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Sitharaam Jayakumar

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