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| From Christmas in Cambodia |
He looked up at me a second later. He gave me a, "Why the hell are you taking a photo of me why I am eating?" sort of look, an inquiring sort of look.
The only logical response was, "Well, I'm this weird girl who takes pictures of random European men eating dinner in front of a particularly sparkly Christmas tree in Phnom Penh and I'm not judging your lifestyle at all, and I mean, you made the tableux just about perfect, so thanks, you're a mensch, and..."
I in fact just made a weird face and scurried away. But the thought was there.
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