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April 6th 2009 As I wait for the minibus to take me to the airport, I chat with the gate boy, who has been eager to please throughout my stay. In fact, I'm fairly sure he has been stalking me, as he has always been within five yards of my door whenever I've opened it, including when I poked my nose out of my room the previous night during an impressive thunderstorm. He repeats the story he had regaled me with
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