Deadly groceries
June 20th, 2006 at 1:06pm |
We’re refugees from some sort of attack. Hundreds of people mill around confused, looking for shelter. I pick up a frightened child, a snotty-nosed, blond little toddler. Even though he’s snotty and dirty, I feel some affection for him, want to help. He’s well behaved, clings to me.
We stand in great groups, trying to draw a [...]
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