Waiting at the cash register at my local CVS, examining the names on the stockings already hanging behind the cashier. Included among them, one for Ibrahim.
Still in D.C. trying out a new job with my newly minted graduate degree, a tidy little apartment, a rather large (and not-so-tidy) man. And yet, still itching to see the world.
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At least there's no Muhammed Al-Fatwa Jihadi.
That would raise eyebrows. Even in a CVS.
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