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Fight
by Limei Xie

“Hey, Olivia. I can’t go to your house because of coronavirus.” She remembers what her mom reminded her before giving her the phone. “I can’t go to preschool either.”

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Epidemia España

Tomás, avoiding the rashes on the skin, quickly rifled the stained but well-mended clothes of the corpse for whatever valuables they might claim. “Holy, Mother,” exclaimed Tomás as he pulled out a heavy bag. “We’ve made some money today, friends!”

We may never come out.

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