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"
Good
.
Be
careful
not
get
pregnant
.
"
"
I
will
.
"
"
He
good
man
?
"
"
You
tell
me
,
Ketut
,
"
I
said
.
"
You
read
his
palm
.
You
promised
that
he
was
a
good
man
.
You
said
it
about
seven
times
.
"
"
I
did
?
When
?
"
"
Back
in
June
.
I
brought
him
here
.
He
was
the
Brazilian
man
,
older
than
me
.
You
told
me
you
liked
him
.
"
"
Never
did
,
"
he
insisted
,
and
there
was
nothing
I
could
do
to
convince
him
otherwise
.
Sometimes
Ketut
loses
things
from
his
recollection
,
as
you
would
,
too
,
if
you
were
somewhere
between
sixty
-
five
and
a
hundred
and
twelve
years
old
.
Most
of
the
time
he
’
s
keen
and
sharp
,
but
other
times
I
feel
like
I
’
ve
disturbed
him
out
of
some
other
plane
of
consciousness
,
out
of
some
other
universe
.
(
A
few
weeks
ago
he
said
to
me
,
completely
out
of
nowhere
,
"
You
good
friend
to
me
,
Liss
.
Loyal
friend
.
Loving
friend
.
"
Then
he
sighed
,
stared
off
into
space
and
added
mournfully
,
"
Not
like
Sharon
.
"
Who
the
hell
is
Sharon
?
What
did
she
do
to
him
?
When
I
tried
asking
him
about
it
,
he
would
give
me
no
answer
.
Acted
suddenly
like
he
didn
’
t
know
who
I
was
even
referring
to
.
As
if
I
were
the
one
who
’
d
brought
up
that
thieving
hussy
Sharon
in
the
first
place
.
)
"
Why
you
never
bring
boyfriend
here
to
meet
me
?
"
he
asked
now
.
"
I
did
,
Ketut
.
Really
I
did
.
And
you
told
me
you
liked
him
.
"
