I’m starting this on my Monday night, early Monday morning at home. Where is home? I don’t know anymore. Esmerelda is tucked away, because it’s raining. I forgot to mention that I was busted the other day. I don’t like to buy my beer in Guangfu, because there are always kids around who would see me, and comment. (The only thing I don’t like about being a teacher is being obliged to set a good example). I went to the next little town, about 5 km away, and popped into a ma and pa store. Just as I was coughing up, I heard a girl’s voice say “Hello Teacher Doug!” I whipped around in astonishment, and there was Amy—one of the favourites that I’m not supposed to have. It was her parents’ store—the family lives upstairs—and
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