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Collected stories, part 1

Let me tell you, some days when I make the first morning appearance in Birganj just outside of my flat the three-year-old kid half-naked, covered in the black muck of Birganj, yells at me, Hello seto! Hello seto, and, finally, Hello whitey!
I think to myself, Gee, was he talking to me? I think I’ve abandoned [...]