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White Girl

In the spring of 2007, I was noticeably a stranger in town.  I was volunteering in Uganda for a month, and aside from the two girls I was with, there were no other foreigners in the area.  I could take a bumpy bus ride into Kampala where there were other white people, and a mall, and toilets that flushed instead of squatters.  But when I was around home, I was as foreign as snow.

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