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Later that same day. I went to viva bar. Met my friend Bill. An American. Living here 15 years. We talk. He tells me his life stories. I listen. And drink. Then he goes. I drink more. The stories come. People go. I order more beer in Khmer and tease the waitress. Now the table is for one. I can tell myself stories. Sometimes the expats arrive. They all will do their things. I do my thing. We are some worlds apart. Thankfully. Yes. Another beer. And more thoughts.