Rachel Zucker

Rachel Zucker

  RESORT DREAM     I’m at a hotel in a third-world country. War breaks out. Many of the tourists get out, go home, but days...
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Rachel Zucker

Rachel Zucker

I run down the street and find the top part of the stroller. Filled with dread, I turn the stroller basket over. Inside are those three terrible babies, unharmed.

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