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The Social Media In the basement kitchen cold cement floor no hot water a towel hung on a nail, wash you face a corner each and your hands to dry, after a loo visit it also gave us tuberculosis bad skin, and rashes. But we were lucky there was no social media, kind ladies to do good, take a picture of misery and feel like they as they had done something helpful pressing coins into our hands. ****** people their finery was an offence to those who had nothing like giving a Bible to one who cannot read; the hope is that they got head lice because we could not give them the ***** A war was over for us it was just the beginning of a deliberate rise to self -respect the Social Media was not interested in this the butterflies of self- aggrandisement
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Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 4:48 AM UTC
social media
The Social Media In the basement kitchen cold cement floor no hot water a towel hung on a nail, wash you face a corner each and your hands to dry, after a loo visit it also gave us tuberculosis bad skin, and rashes. But we were lucky there was no social media, kind ladies to do good, take a picture of misery and feel like they as they had done something helpful pressing coins into our hands. ****** people their finery was an offence to those who had nothing like giving a Bible to one who cannot read; the hope is that they got head lice because we could not give them the ***** A war was over for us it was just the beginning of a deliberate rise to self -respect the Social Media was not interested in this the butterflies of self- aggrandisement
jan-oskar-hansen
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Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 4:48 AM UTC
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