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Where We Ran Wild

In this village, secrets travel faster than the wind off Lake Tissamaharama. Sekara and his friends know this well, bruised fists, hidden laughs, and the hush of trouble always close behind them. Between the fights, the stolen moments by the canal, and the weight of family struggles, they’re just boys trying to hold their world together, one reckless promise at a time.

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Sekara was walking home slowly; almost counting his steps. He took the longer scenic route by the lake. The longer walks made him calm and an excellent choice for the problems with no answers. 

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