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Saba stared at her almost dislocated shoulder, she took the pain relief gel from the tube and started applying it.

“why do I have such weird sleeping habits?” She murmured, mad at herself, she slid the black full-sleeved top over her head and fixed her hair once again, applying a lot of ketchup on the roti (tortilla) she made.

Looking around, she closed her eyes and licked her fingers full of ketchup, smiling to herself she cleaned her fingers with the tissue, taking the roti roll with her she held her books and her sling bag on her shoulder.

Locking the door of her small one-bedroom apartment, and keeping the keys in her purse she walked towards the stairs, yeah, the building did not have an elevator.

“Oh fuck” she hit her hand on her head and ran back to her apartment, she saw the window was properly closed.

Sighing, she glanced at the clock, “I don’t want to be late for Professor King’s class after being absent for a week, Allah please make him late, just a few minutes, just for to