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Jamila sighed. Fifteen more minutes, then I can take this darn thing off my head. Fifteen minutes. She sighed again, then stopped mid-sigh. The glass on her APH was fogging up. Mental note: never buy off-brand APHs online, no matter how cheap they may be. But 20 ringgit for a supposedly self-cleaning, lightweight, WATERPROOF one was a steal, and she wasn’t one to look a gift-horse in the mouth. Monorail prices were going up, especially after they had been fitted with plastic dividers and automatic sterilisers, to reduce the spread of COVID-19. As a junior doctor, she still had to be careful with her spending. “Next stop: Pasar Seni.” Jamila gathered her things and prepared to get off the monorail. She hissed as she was jostled by a young man behind her. Ugh, I miss social distancing. It had been five years since the pandemic started, and just one since social distancing was phased out. There was still no sign of a vaccine for COVID-19, much less a cure. Something about the virus, and its constantly evolving nature made it near-impossible to craft a defence against it.
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