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18 years old, full of hate. They shipped me off in a motorcade. They said, "Boy, you're gonna fight a war you don't even know what you're fighting for"

Maria Frodl, Musetouch.

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 On my windowsill when I got home, there was a tumbler with pink jelly in it, and embedded in the jelly, sliced strawberries and bananas… [my neighbour] cooks at odd hours. She must have made the strawberry jelly this morning. When I buy baklava, which is not often because I eat too many, I leave a few for her on her windowsill, with a headscarf over them so the wasps don’t come. For these little gifts we don’t thank each other with words. They are commas of care. 

*smashes jar*