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Nok led him through a side alley to a quiet garden where pottery-pedestals doubled as benches. She sat and watched a woman throw a pot, hands steady, clay folding over itself until the shape mattered more than anything else.

Kwan listened. He thought of his sister's braces, of the small letters she'd send folded into envelopes smelling faintly of jasmine. He thought of the abrupt phone call years ago — "Come home," she had said — and how he had patched together an excuse. The tuktuk had been a compromise; somewhere between staying and leaving, between duty and desire. tuktukpatrol 12 07 03 kwan experienced thai slu free