The room was hazy, and though at the time I wondered if the fog had swept in and claimed the room, it was the thick choking clouds of tobacco and hashish smoke that permeated the place. Big black bodies seemed to loom in and out of my vision and despite the hidden urgency in everybody's actions, the room was hushed with only the barest of whispers travelling through. -Asma Sohail (from her response to the second task.)
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