Finished Folds (1—2)
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4whispered in my left ear "did you bring it?". The arms on my shoulders held me rigid and I could not turn to see who this gruff African sounding but strangely familiar voice
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1but as he did so, the faces of the hungry refugee Nigerian children gazing at him with despair as his plane took off from Owerri in June flashed before him. He'd promised to help