9 The small buka near Jabi Lake had not changed in the months since Amara last noticed it. Blue plastic chairs still stood unevenly on the cracked concrete floor. The roof was half corrugated iron, half blue tarpaulin patched in several places. A single standing fan rattled in the corner, pushing warm air around without…...
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