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An excerpt from 'Twisted Ride': Identity crisis | Two Drops of Ink: A Literary Blog
I stood watching through the shutters. I was waiting for them. I knew they would soon be there to claim the spoils of their war, their property, things I had earned and worked for, and yet, for which I had no more claim. These things had been my identity, my pride, my personification—they had propped …