Excursions by Amit Gawande

He gawked at the unshut door. Was it his fuzzy memory playing games with him again? Wasn’t it only today that he’d locked his home? He stressed his mind to limits, but couldn’t recall. He gave up and entered the home, having missed a small but clear X mark on the door. #mbnov

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