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“They would talk about their childhood, about the dry forest and the parched earth where they used to hunt for edible leaves and firewood in the late afternoon. About the time they first noticed the red ball of fire which was the setting sun and were both so scared they ran back crying to the village.”
– Khamsing Srinawk, from “Sales Rep for the Underworld,” The Politician and Other Stories (Oxford University Press, 1991)
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