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Alice and Luke studying French Luke, Jennifer Cherry, Cait, the newest addition Alice (shes from Italy so you pronounce her name Ali'ch'a) and I are sitting in our new hangout. All have been touched by a bunch of dirty faced children. Our confusion hangs over us like a heavy blanket of smoke. We are choking with watering eyes.
Two little girls at one moment utterly charming and in a heart beat begging and obnoxious. One of them giving us new Spanish names. I am Leyste (Lizzz) and Cait is Keys. She wrote us little notes and her and her sister danced for us. We gave her a few coins. Soon her sister is begging for money. Insistant. She won't leave us alone.
I do not know what the others are thinking. I can only say for myself. No. No I can't say for myself. One side of me was extremely pissed off. This little girl started to get me worried. I can my camera in my bag.....was she going to try and take it? I don't know what made me mad. Her begging or my fear. Where do you draw the line?
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anonymous
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take it
Dude, i ain't too proud to beg. don't be afraid.