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"
With
Felipe
?
"
"
No
.
With
you
.
"
She
looks
like
she
’
s
going
to
faint
.
"
Wayan
,
"
I
say
.
"
My
friends
in
America
are
very
angry
with
you
.
"
"
With
me
?
Why
,
honey
?
"
"
Because
four
months
ago
,
they
gave
you
a
lot
of
money
to
buy
a
home
,
and
you
did
not
buy
a
home
yet
.
Every
day
,
they
send
me
e
-
mails
,
asking
me
,
’
Where
is
Wayan
’
s
house
?
Where
is
my
money
?
’
Now
they
think
you
are
stealing
their
money
,
using
it
for
something
else
.
"
"
I
’
m
not
stealing
!
"
"
Wayan
,
"
I
say
.
"
My
friends
in
America
think
you
are
…
a
bullshit
.
"
She
gasps
as
if
she
’
s
been
punched
in
the
windpipe
.
She
looks
so
wounded
,
I
waver
for
a
moment
and
almost
grab
her
in
a
reassuring
hug
and
say
,
"
No
,
no
,
it
’
s
not
true
!
I
’
m
making
this
up
!
"
But
,
no
,
I
have
to
finish
this
.
But
,
Lord
,
she
is
clearly
staggered
now
.
Bullshit
is
a
word
that
has
been
more
emotionally
incorporated
into
Balinese
than
almost
any
other
in
the
English
language
.
It
’
s
one
of
the
very
worst
things
you
can
call
someone
in
Bali
-
"
a
bullshit
.
"
In
this
culture
,
where
people
bullshit
each
other
a
dozen
times
before
breakfast
,
where
bullshitting
is
a
sport
,
an
art
,
a
habit
,
and
a
desperate
survival
tactic
,
to
actually
call
someone
out
on
their
bullshit
is
an
appalling
statement
.
It
’
s
something
that
would
have
,
in
old
Europe
,
guaranteed
you
a
duel
.
