Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
"I will never forget the stench. Or her haunting blue eyes, wavering between consciousness and a death she might have welcomed.
She couldn't have been older than 12, this half-naked, starved girl I now cradled in my arms, hurrying around dark corners of a brothel in Northeastern India. I was on an NGO mission to rescue...
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