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As buildings and tea stalls and compiled garbage passed by us, and led to other buildings and tea stalls and compiled garbage, it was clear that the road ahead had many turns and twists. It was clear that if, and only if, we went straight we'd end up colliding into a building, or a tea stall, or compiled garbage. But fortunately for us, we know better.
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Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 5:41 PM UTC
THE RICKSHAW RIDE
As buildings and tea stalls and compiled garbage passed by us, and led to other buildings and tea stalls and compiled garbage, it was clear that the road ahead had many turns and twists. It was clear that if, and only if, we went straight we'd end up colliding into a building, or a tea stall, or compiled garbage. But fortunately for us, we know better.
I resented that day that we hadn't had enough rickshaw rides together.
tilok-adnan
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Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 5:41 PM UTC
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