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 excerpt from THE magazine |
Jamali-Kamali: Again, an orange fog has come. Where have you been, Kamali, are you a whoremonger? Why is your head always in my books? Storms are heading south from the Himalayas. Gather your belongings, we will do some travelling. Tonight we will study maps by the light of my oil lamp, to educate you in more ways than one. I ordered the kheer drugged with love potions. Have some. On the map of your body, there is nowhere I would not travel. |