i left fred, the french men in mohamamds cafe in palmyria. freds ridin ghis bike to bejing. we both were racing to deir ez zur, 100 km from iraq. the wind had picked up. i walked to the edge of town and began hitching. i waved down caar but got mainly taxis. finnaly a pick up full of shiites pulled over, i hopped in back
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Hi Toph, miss you.
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have you seen the gay blade of zorro?
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