We’ll take all the help we can get in this war-torn city. I can see the columns of smoke from my window. The stench of death fills the air. Oh wait, that’s my next door neighbor cooking collard greens again. War is hell.
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We’ll take all the help we can get in this war-torn city. I can see the columns of smoke from my window. The stench of death fills the air. Oh wait, that’s my next door neighbor cooking collard greens again. War is hell.