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House Without Toilet

"Is it still far, Anil?" asked Zoya continued to follow the footsteps of Anil, the taxi driver. To be honest, she was starting to feel stifled through the narrow, stuffy, and cramped alley. The smell of curry mingled with the smell of sewers, and the smell of burning plastic bothered her. She wanted to cover her nose but she didn't do it, afraid she would offend the people around. They looked relax. Their noses must had been immune to those smells.

"About two hundred meters, Miss!" Anil replied looking relaxed. He jumped over a small ditch that was clogged and the water was black. Water pipes were milling over it. Zoya jumped it too. Luckily, she wore low shoes so it didn't obstruct her steps.

The alley turned to the right and seemed to be getting narrower. The deeper they walked into the Alley, the houses getting densely and there were many small alleys on both sides. Zoya tried to scan the place and marked it as she was sure, if the driver suddenly run away, she could get lost.

She
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