Forgetting what had happened last time, Dunya stuck her hand in the garbage disposal while it was running.
“Why, Dunya? Why do you do these things?
“I’m sorry, Mama. It won’t happen again.” Dunya vowed. “I promise.”
“You promised last time. Tell me, why should I believe you now?”
“Because Mama,” Dunya began, “I’ve run out of hands.”
- Dunya
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