| Without Starbucks by Christopher A. Lane |
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how does this sound: we sell everything - house, cars, furniture, the stuff that fills up our lives and we take the money, use it to go overseas - Mozambique or Ethiopia or South Africa or we could snake down the continent to El Salvador, Nicaragua, Venezuela Brazil... to swing a hammer and help build shelters for the landless, homeless, hopeless dig irrigation ditches in the dust bowls, teach AIDS awareness or dole out porridge to little kids with basketball bellies, something to that effect (any effect) no... you're right, it
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