She's certainly perfected the look of a waif with her scraggly hair, dirty face and oversized clothes.
Now she has the story to go with it.
She invited me to her "house" today and shared her tale of woe.
"(Sniff) My mother, she is dead and killed. (Sniff) My father was killed by soldiers and is dead. (Pause, gulp). My grandmother is dead and killed. (Sniff, sniff, shake head) My grandfather is killed by soldiers and is dead. (Sniff)."
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