Realizing the UN Declaration on the Rights of Indigenous Peoples
Triumph, Hope, and Action
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The crowd kept roaring, and Jason now had his shoulder pads off. A single cockroach dropped from the shoulder pads and landed between his skates.
Jason threw the shoulder pads and, without waiting for them to land, peeled off his torn black T-shirt.
I nearly lost the hamburgers I had eaten a couple hours earlier. At least three cockroaches were crawling on Jason's belly, their antennas quivering in all directions.
