“Drink it up, mujji!” Suman commanded. I hit upon the fact that “pubic hair” was not going to be a friendly curse where I was going, and I said, “All right,” finishing what was left of Tuborg from the tumbler. As fast as a drunk could be Prabin filled it up right away. He spilled as much outside the white fuzz fizzled in the dry wood of the table. The air was settling to its evening cool and the foreigners who occupied the next table were all red. Thamel was a swinging place at night. More (13)»
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