by Anthony Ozuna I saw Hitler yesterday on the metro. He wasn’t the true Nazi, of course not, but this one did look exactly like the infamous sourpuss without the military garb. He wasn’t full of hate, marching up and down the platform hailing Seig Heils; he was standing in another metro car, surrounded by others. Was he listening to […]
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