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Homeland, Bread, and Memory - Randa Awad
JOD
Get it by 5 Aug | Order in 3 Hours 57 Minutes
A fit of laughter—the kind born from grim irony—overcame me... How the loaves of bread had all come to taste the same, flavored with blood and death. The corpses laughed hysterically before returning to their slumber. We had undoubtedly filmed the vampire scene with unparalleled Hollywood brilliance, yet the dead remained in their repose.