The Merry Misogynist

his hands in hers and kissed his cheek. For good measure, she said in Lao, “Thank you.”
    She turned and joined the twins and the ladies of ill repute and walked jauntily off toward the workers’ huts and the little pier. He knew in his heart he would never see them again. With a catch in his voice he whispered, “ Bo ben nyang .”
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