Our town was known for two things--no, three: salted fish, expertly dyed fabrics, and corruption.
Angela Elwell Hunt
Like blood out of a wound, a keening wail rose from the bottom of my heart and ripped through the graveyard. I lowered my face to Hadassah's shoulder and went quietly and thoroughly to pieces.
sadness
funny humor satire
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