I stand in the crowded streets of Rome, beaten-up duffle bag in hand, feeling the weight of my decision bearing down on me. "We're probably going to die," I think. But I have to be brave for my mom...
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I stand in the crowded streets of Rome, beaten-up duffle bag in hand, feeling the weight of my decision bearing down on me. "We're probably going to die," I think. But I have to be brave for my mom...