“It’s on me.” The pretty guy behind the bar winks at her with ice-blue eyes as he puts down the gin tonic in front of her. She beams at him, glad about the attention and then she soothes down her shirt before she takes a […]

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War makes me angry. It makes me angry and sad and powerless at the same time and whenever I hear a story or meet someone who has fled war, whenever I see pictures on TV, I want to cry. At some point in the last […]

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