Privilege
The dusty shop is small, almost empty, and in need of repair and resupply. Peeling paint and dust is in abundance. The burly shopkeeper is reading a day-old paper and smoking a cigarette. He regards me warily over the headline. “What do you want, comrade?” “Cigarettes,” I say hastily. “I want cigarettes.” Having never smoked […]

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