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22/09: fever
He sat there, at the dining table, staring intently at the bowl. He pulled the blanket tightly around himself as another round of shivers wracked through him.A strange face peered at him suspiciously from the water. It was a gaunt face, with sunken cheeks and a pair of dark haunted eyes. The lean hungry face was framed by a shock of oily hair plastered to the scalp with week-old stubbles lining his jawline.
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