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Of all the places in the world, you ended up in New Orleans?_ I asked, unable to keep the sarcasm from my voice.Michael nodded. __es,_ he agreed, apparently not registering the sarcasm. __lease,_ I muttered, pulling a face. __urricanes, poverty, homes that are never going to be rebuilt, oil spills... this city has had so much crap thrown at it, and you__e telling me that there are angels here?__gain, Michael nodded. __es. Regardless of what has happened or what is happening, this city fights.__kay, he may have had a point. The citizens of New Orleans were resilient; I__ give him that.
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Of all the places in the world, you ended up in New Orleans?_ I asked, unable to keep the sarcasm from my voice.Michael nodded. __es,_ he agreed, apparently not registering the sarcasm. __lease,_ I muttered, pulling a face. __urricanes, poverty, homes that are never going to be rebuilt, oil spills... this city has had so much crap thrown at it, and you__e telling me that there are angels here?__gain, Michael nodded. __es. Regardless of what has happened or what is happening, this city fights.__kay, he may have had a point. The citizens of New Orleans were resilient; I__ give him that.
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