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Tehran, Iran
« It is this sense of impermenence about a place, expected one day to be swallowed up whole and disappear, that drives the inhabitants of Tehran, my Tehran, to-as we say in Persian-press hard on the gas petal. » —Salar Abdor, Tehran Noir
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Female Bat In this story a murder is committed. Not that you think it is an account of a murder. No, right in this story, between these very lines which are to come, a murder is committed. media_text
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Every Sunday afternoon of summer 2014, I sat behind my computer and waited for my online class to begin at 4:30 pm. Living in Tehran, the capital of Iran, I was just done with a long busy day, for Sundays are... media_text
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They took Somayeh last night; lifeless and heavy above the hands of male strangers. Is there any difference between your death and the death of your twin sister? For 63 years, you have opened your eyes on each other... media_text
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