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“Lemme go you snotty, filthy animals!” cried out Antioche, but she was smiling. The kids grouped up around her and hugged her with their little arms.
They had parked in front of the orphanage. It wasn’t really an orphanage the way people picture it, those things didn’t exist anymore except in general terms. This was an SOS Children’s Village, a non-profit that housed orphans or abused children and took care of them.
A Mother, one of the caretakers of the SOS Village, came close to the Amazons and bowed, her arms extended. She was of African origin, perhaps a Greek-Nigerian. “Thank you, warrior, for bringing my children home safe.”
“Yeah-yeah, take your midgets off me!” said Antioche but patted their heads, messed up their hair and still smiled, all in direct contra
