We pack up the car and pile in. We drive for an unfortunately short half an hour. When we arrive, their smiles are gaudy and curious. A child takes my coat, revealing my bare forearms. Anger registers on…
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We pack up the car and pile in. We drive for an unfortunately short half an hour. When we arrive, their smiles are gaudy and curious. A child takes my coat, revealing my bare forearms. Anger registers on…
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