Homs, Syria by J.D. Ferguson
BU WALKED to the wooden box lying on its
side.
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was painted on
the top in red. He kicked it and looked up.
“Ahmad, there's something over here,” Abu said.
Ahmad walked slowly to the box and kicked it.
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BU WALKED to the wooden box lying on its
side.
was painted on
the top in red. He kicked it and looked up.