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Choose Your Own Adventure Ok, maybe I will. and I burnt the book. It wasn't spectacular in the least a pathetic adventure but as I poked my finger deep into the smoldering ash I remembered getting lost in Hanoi in my youth in the middle of the night intoxicated in summer insecure in search of a bed and sleeping in my clothes under a bridge burning my passport to keep warm.
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Oct 20, 2023
Oct 20, 2023 at 12:07 PM UTC
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Choose Your Own Adventure Ok, maybe I will. and I burnt the book. It wasn't spectacular in the least a pathetic adventure but as I poked my finger deep into the smoldering ash I remembered getting lost in Hanoi in my youth in the middle of the night intoxicated in summer insecure in search of a bed and sleeping in my clothes under a bridge burning my passport to keep warm.
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Oct 20, 2023 at 12:07 PM UTC
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