There is a sick baby, wailing at the top of his lungs next to me, and the stench of human sweat surrounds me. I am overwhelmed. This is not my universe. I sit downtown Nashville,
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There is a sick baby, wailing at the top of his lungs next to me, and the stench of human sweat surrounds me. I am overwhelmed. This is not my universe. I sit downtown Nashville,
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