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He laid out a brand new pair of jeans on the bench beside him. Pleased, he folded them up neatly and returned them to this stiff, plastic bag. He caught me watching as he did…

The bread that I have now doesn’t smell so good. It smells like the yeast my friend uses to ferment his homemade booze back in Saudi, which might be okay for booze but not for…

I wanted India to be suffering. I wanted people dying on the streets, without food, gross tumors distorting their bodies or disease spreading while a $2-cure waits just out of feasibility. I wanted to see…