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A PHANTOM OF REALITY
His eyeballs moved erratically- to and fro- like he was having a bad dream. His face was twisted and sweaty with pain and exhaustion, his hair swayed in the mild current of the water, the flood and sewage water lapped gently at his wheatish brown skin. Agitated...