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We’ve stopped breathing. Khalil says, – Hope my sisters are ok. – Yeah, I say. Khalil rubs the corners of his eyes. The yolky sun…
Empty steel drums roll under clouds. A few drop on the town, sending ripples through our teeth. Great gales of depleted uranium scatter like seed….
Catriona, said I, I am in a very painful situation; or rather, so we appeal upon her feelings; but she marked me not, and struck…