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reading: dirty old town 
"When dawn breaks (it sometimes takes until dawn to find the last guy), I can see all the other mosquitoes pressing up against the window screen outside, drunk with carbon dioxide lust, waiting to take their turn. I torment them with a nice slow puff of Sichuan garlic breath through the screen and watch them go crazy. Then I collapse on the bed, mosquito netting wrapped around my head, and contemplate my sins."
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