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eating a banana.  It disappeared into the darkness, and she wondered if maybe it was a rat.  It left the peal like a tourist would leave a Cracker-Jack box on the ground at Coney Island.   

Rain fell.  She smelled wet wood burning and heard  two men singing in a language she didn't understand.  Near the banana peel, ants carried bits of dirt up a bamboo post and across a bamboo beam.  When she turned to find the source of the ant column, she saw the crackling fire and two men dressed in ragged clothes.

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by Steve Gastineau

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