It is exhaustingly hot.
I’m hiding in the shade of the arcade outside the library of Sultan Qaboos University trying to fix my blouse. You see, it’s a billowy thing held together at one junction by a handful of stitches, and one’s tragically come undone. Unless I want to incur indecency charges, I have to find a solution, fast. This quest has eaten up m…
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