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Dear Primitive


A Subramani


Elaine crossed the Arcade with a vague sense of unease. Suva looked stale and sickly· bright in the sun. How quickly the morning, which began so cheerfully for her, had exhausted itself; burnt itself out, she thought. She smiled weakly at a pupil in holiday clothes. At the crossing the shoppers merged and then broke into different directions.



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