Evil-doers.
May 5th 2007 We’re bolting through traffic on our way into Damascus, the driver fidgeting with his radio and his cigarettes and occasionally looking up to dodge the minibuses that come shooting across four lanes in one quick jerk of the wheel. My eyes are still smarting from the infection that left them bloodshot in Baalbek, and the flat sunlight sifting through the haze has me squinting toward the valley w
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