Posted by jrmb18 on April 19, 2019 in Uncategorized | No Comments

Their inner voices shout above their newly constructed, prototype facades. Invented on the spot. “Smile but don’t go near him.”

I heard a doctor I’ve never met asked “How is the American?” to people I saw at dinner.

I smile and save the pain for later. Too many eyes waiting to save themselves.

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