The anxious monotony of waiting for the next act of terrorism
Waiting isn’t my strong suit. I was the kid who stalked the packages under the Christmas tree, shaking them for some clue to their contents. More than once, I unwrapped them on the sly in my bedroom while my mother was otherwise occupied. After determining what was inside, I would carefully tape the gift wrap … Continue reading The anxious monotony of waiting for the next act of terrorism
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