A misdemeanor of the femur
Today was Mis Katie’s day on call. And it was quiet…at first. The first one and a half hours were spent chatting with random Hatians who passed by on the trail or stopped to talk. Occasionally, conversations were interrupted by the words, “Bon swa, zomi mwen.” (Good evening, my friend.) All at once, what should
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