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by Maura Hanrahan

The soap was what finally got to me. Or the lack of soap to be precise.

     I can’t put the image out of my mind. She was the colour of coal, with even blacker eyes hidden behind square-rimmed sunglasses. She sat on a short stone wall a few feet opposite Dolores and I.

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