Thursday, August 20, 2009

DAY TWENTY-FIVE

Dear Diary,

The girl introduces herself.
Her names is Rashida.
She offers us some food and water, and even sun protection cream.
She' so nice.
Inside her big pink suitcase, I see something.
Something more precious than gold or Manchester United tickets to me, at the moment.
Flour.

Jamal.

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