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Street Stories

The little boy on the plastic tricycle stops outside the half-shuttered window. “Bello!” he roars. “Bellooooooo!” His mother shushes him. “Not like that. Call him gently.” The boy looks up, uncomprehending, before shouting again. His mother rolls her eyes, but … Continue reading

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