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The car was left running, as the driver, my school’s principal, said she’d be back in five minutes. I sat in the passenger’s seat fidgeting with my phone—probably messaging a friend, checking what time it was—the usual distractions that cause too many moments to be missed in life. In fact, I was so immersed that I hardly heard her faint pattering on the window.
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Few things surprise me about living in Myanmar now that I’ve been here for nearly a year. Perhaps this is why I find it quite hilarious that someone threw a rock at my window the other night. Although I don’t know who it was, I’m fairly certain it may have been my downstairs neighbor – the banana dealer.
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