my name's alisha busha galena. i was almost 7 when the war began. some of somebody who was emma is a slave. houser every stitch, mozilla, no, not a mac naco. my mother came screaming out of our bill, but union picked me up from school hoodie and she seen that on the way home. she cried and said, son, slow, this is gone. the war has begun. villamore that's not relaxing. i remember as my father at the door with a gun in his belt. she's a possum. he volunteered for the front and we didn't see him for a long time on that. we'll go with you for at least 3 or 4 months. it's as if celeste in the chain gets really neighborhood then each from that's where i still live. miss barnett mckee now to be live during the boy. we lived in hiding in the summer, but every now and then we went out to play in front of the building. nicholas to that house today. i'll let him out. i had an old car and some bikes. repent wheels is clean, and we couldn't even ride them. isn't he a similar to it was the law we basically played without toys. did he simply had nothing. i had a