Mr. Riaan came from South Africa to volunteer for a month. We went to Daddy's favorite restaurant. I got to eat pears, but they sure didn't taste like the yummy Indian food smells I was smelling. What's with that?
On the way we passed a man curled up by the side of the road with no pants on. We stopped to see what was wrong. He didn't want any help and said "they" could kill him if they wanted to. Finally he said he didn't like having people watching him, so we left him some money and left. It was a little bit weird.
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