The سٹریٹ, گلی was busy, filled with cars. I grinned.
This was the place.
A carton of دودھ in hand, so aged that it was not lumpy, but a lump, and the outside was faded past recognition. (See
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I looked at the busy road; a two-way street, bustling with activity.
I waited till there was no incoming traffic, then hurried out and put the carton just near the dotted line, then quickly retreated back to the safety of the Bus Stop.
Sure enough, مزید traffic came, and I concentrated on the دودھ carton, praying this would work.
There it was, the milky lump, on a busy...
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