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A young man stood in front of me. Slightly overweight with a bad crew cut. His left arm was heavily bandaged. He held it out to me like an offering – a kind gesture. “What happened to you?” I asked. He dipped his head shyly and poked a toe at the grubby, coffee-stained carpet. “It’s […]

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