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The woman looked at me like I’d asked to give her a dead fish, which, considering I looked like I had come out of the forest, wasn’t wholly misplaced.
Of course, it’s unfair to judge a culture based on experiences in airport terminals.
He took a lap around the vehicle, got in the driver’s seat, and tried the key. The van roared to life… as if nothing had been wrong, as if it were just born, as if it were doing it just to spite me. I stared at the van in silence.
It was like asking the two of them to play a game of ping pong, but no one had brought any paddles and the only ball available was a brick.