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Box/India

Driving to the library I stopped at a light and noticed a seemingly empty large cardboard box in the middle of the intersection. It's very windy outside and the box was being blown around here and there and periodically getting brushed by cars, which were very careful not to hit the box.
At the library, I overheard, I presumed to be a homeless man talking with a half-dozen of so street-people. He said "Do you all know what it's like in India? The poor people eat rotten fish! THOSE people are poor. NOT us!"

7:38 a.m. - 2008-12-03

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