It had been only days since the one-year anniversary of Aaron Bushnell’s self-immolation and death — and so I ran across the street, aflame in my brown jalabiya, one of the many existential thoughts unraveling in my mind was if Aaron, in those minutes of searing, unimaginable heat, regret setting himself on fire.
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