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Feb 26, 2006 14:26

Shufti comes downstairs, dressed in the dusty dress she had on when she came in. Now clean, the bruises on her skinny arms are visible. She puts a pile of washed clothes on the bar.

"Please can you give these back to Petra for me?" she asks quietly. The clothes disappear to be replaced with a large plate of breakfast and a glass of milk.

"Thank you." She climbs up onto the barstool and starts to eat.

susan sto helit, shufti

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