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After Lea washed, they motioned to her to move toward the hearth.  She sat near the fire and noticed two rifles hanging mussel down from the ceiling.  They had a chrysanthemum and Chinese characters on the barrels.  She remembered seeing a similar weapon in Vietnam.  It had been near a dead boy's body, a Viet Cong's body.

The big man dipped the contents of an iron pot into a bowl.  He offered her the bowl of rice and green bananas cut into half inch pieces still in the

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by Steve Gastineau

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