The apparition of these faces in the crowd
Petals on a wet, black bough

My grandmother, Sameer and I hear 'Ride' by Lana Del Rey on the radio

Nan: What is this noise?
Nan: Is it this udaas gori (sad white girl) again?
Nan: You must put it off now.
Nan: I am very tolerant of the new music but I cannot tolerate this.
Nan: I will die. This woman and her singing will kill me.
Nan: You will be responsible for my death.
Nan: And both of you will die as I am the one driving.
Nan: Lana will kill us all.
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