“I say, are you a gaucho? I’m taking photographs of the local culture and I noticed you sort of herding that group of men.” The men in question were lined up, walking a familiar trail singing, oddly enough, Chinese work songs. The man on the horse gave the photographer a hateful look and spurred his horse on ahead. The young man with the camera looked around quickly and seemed to search for something. Looking desperate, he thought he never should have tried the local food special for lunch. He got into his car and looked for a Texaco bathroom. It was a safe place he thought, but his stomach sounded a huge growl and he thought he probably wasn’t going to make it.
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OLWG# 392- Opium Wars
The Bag Lady 
Great job including all those words in your story. Great take, Cheryl
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Aha, wonderfully penned, and you got them all. Impressive. Thank you.
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Thanks for the prompts
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Well done with all these words
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Thanks!
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You’re welcome ☺️
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this is a good take Cheryl! ❤ Well done!
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Thanks Carol!
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