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Leon on the Train


On the day that Leon left his Florida cousins, there was despair writ loudly across his face, and secret jubilation in Ahmed’s heart, that he vainly strove to hide from his face. Leon was very loud in his good-byes; had to hug everyone, and kiss his aunt and uncle unashamedly. Then he was off in his snorting red truck.


The death of Osama at the hands of Obama Part 1


“Jesus Christ Almighty!” Fatima finally muttered, so soon as the cameras were turned off. Certainly if her colleagues had taken to yelling out “Mohammed!” when they were upset, she would have stoned them with a cutting countenance. Call it the privilege of the minority to imbibe the forces of the culture at large.


Leon on the Train


On the day that Leon left his Florida cousins, there was despair writ loudly across his face, and secret jubilation in Ahmed’s heart, that he vainly strove to hide from his face. Leon was very loud in his good-byes; had to hug everyone, and kiss his aunt and uncle unashamedly. Then he was off in his snorting red truck.

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