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Chapter 8: Bouquet
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Dear Liziwe
The stink of summer heat is upon us, and I do not envy the poor wretch that roams the street below in search of a crumb. I observe him from my window, and on occasion throw him a scrap of food. He scurries forward on wasted limbs, squinting up at where I stand, his broken teeth winking in the sun’s burning light. Tell me, Miss Matiwane, do you think it kind of me, or terribly low?
Have you heard of this aphorism, in which the heat encourages humanity to act at their very worst? That the fever of the sun encourages all vices, even those long dormant in the gentlest of souls, to rear their ugly heads? The delinquents have been driven from their stifling burrows and now they roam the streets, thieving and plundering at every opportunity that presents itself.
The city is rank with the wretched elite; yet laced between the layers of heavy stench lingers the fragrance of sin. East London has become a grea
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