Nat Zang was quiet. He smiled. We exchanged a few pleasantries. I told him I hoped he didn’t get killed off (very few are safe on this show) and he smiled again. I left. As I walked up to Pisay Pao, she had just taken a sniff from a small green tube that had the size and shape of an air-borne container. She shook her head with disgust as the scent abused her nose. She saw me and her
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