Mariam: It appears I am hovering over the threshold of life
and death. But I do not want to die mama [Slurred
Martha: No, you won’t. God forbid! My enemies will not
succeed over me [Mariam nods and looks away].
But that stupid boy, my God will
punish him. He shall suffer just like…
Mariam: No, mama. Don’t curse him.
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Soldier was reclining against the wall as he bit on the last chunk of flesh on
the mostly bony portion of chicken he was served by Iya Roy. He washed it down
with whatever was left in a cup of jedi that
Deckor had left unfinished. “Cigar”, he managed to utter and Smith promptly took
out a stick of creased Cigarette from his pocket, lit it and handed it over to
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