There's a roadblock on the way to the mall. I sneak pass it. Beyond the roadblock, beyond the mall, is a place I need to get to.
Inside the mall, no one will help me. I try to ask for directions but people push me aside. I fall. I lose my bags.
One girl says she'll help me. She will write down how to get to this place I need to get to. I have no paper. I reach for a big bar of soap.
"Write it here," I say.
She reaches for a knife and uses its point to engrave her first word.
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