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Paradoxical by Jory Vaucher

In by New Author on December 22, 2010 at 2:38 pm

He explained to me that I wasn’t allowed to talk/touch women as he carelessly walked to the side of the road and urinated on the growing foundation of trash. Less than 10 feet away, two women laboring their asses off so their husbands could intoxicate and the kids get basic nutrition for tonight. He zipped up and we were on our way again. Weaving through the chaos, encountering the enslaved beggars, the deities of cow and dog on the hunt for scraps of edibility all the while we were pestered by salesmen ravaging the human sprawl for the coveted rupee.

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