WORLDWIDE | Saturday, 26 Mar 2011 | Views [109] | Scholarship Entry
Tara and I sat perched on a mustard, moth-eaten couch. On the facing wall, a yellowish stain—vomit or urine, I couldn’t tell—congealed in drip-dry formation down the peeling white paint. It was almost midnight. Two dirty, sweaty men leered at ... Read more >
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