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There was nothing quite like nearly being attacked and beaten to death in a foreign place to make a person glad to see the same washed out buildings that she had been seeing for most of her life. Even the dirty polluted air smelled fresh to her. She took a deep breath, inhaled someone’s second hand cigarette smoke and coughed, yep, home sweet home. To celebrate, she stopped by the grocery store and bought a tub of ice cream, before making her way go her apartment building. Now she was in ...
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