It was a quiet evening in a small town. The sun had already disappeared behind the hills, and the streetlights started to glow one by one. At the corner of the road, there was an old bus stop. The paint was faded, the bench was cracked, and the roof made a soft noise whenever the wind blew. Every evening at exactly 8:30 PM, a young man named Arif sat on that bench. Nobody knew why. People from the town passed by him every day. Some were coming home from work. Some were going to the market. Some simply walked by out of curiosity.

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