Date: 2007-12-24 10:47 am (UTC)
"Our house was between the leathers' section and the butchers'. The carts went passed our house. It's the first thing I remember, the smell of blood.

I played in the streets, dodging in and out of the way of those carts with my friends, and we'd get covered in it.

I'm used to it.

And it shouldn't affect me like this."
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