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Amanda was looking out the window on the bus ride home when she couldn't stop chastising herself for not going to Afghanistan. She started reading this book called the Power of Now.
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| "Could I have a refund on my ticket and apply that to an Afghanistan ticket. | |
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Amanda was having a great time in Afghanistan until a man shoved a pistol into her back.
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| "I will kill you. Give me your money." | |
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Amanda began shaking in the middle of the crowded market. For the first time in ages she wanted to be on a street she knew. She flew back home. The traveling flame wasn't extinguished though.
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| *crying* *thinking* I miss home. I miss my mom. | |
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