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I was standing under the shadow of the mulberry tree squeezing the soft sponge ball in my hand. Across me was Jadda, sitting on her wheelbarrow. The wheelbarrow was rusted all over. Ammi had asked Abbu one day to buy a new wheelbarrow for Jadda but Abbu didn’t give her anything but some k Read More...
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