Excursions by Amit Gawande

He checked his pockets again. He was sure he’d locked the main door while leaving the home earlier. Must have lost it,” he sighed. With pitch dark and drizzling outside, he scrambled up the stairs. And there he saw it. The keys, dangling eerily - with the main door ajar. #mbnov

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