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She was ashamed to return. She had no contacts in America, and no facility for getting around.

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Four lanes became twopavement turned to gravel. Tricycle drivers wove between cars and water buffalo pulling loads of bamboo. An occasional dog or goat sprinted across the road in front of our truck, almost grazing the bumper. Doods never eased up.

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