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Right in front of me, a disheveled teenage girl was pulling my arm as if she were dragging me to a small refugee tent that her family was occupying.
Doctor Portia didn’t say anything about this and just thought what this teenage girl was doing was a form of misunderstanding by thinking that I was a doctor.
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While walking towards a densely populated refugee tent, I could hear sev ...
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