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Livingstone. Zambia-Zimbabwe border. Morning has broken. I wake up lazily. Ray stands up in front of me. His left hand holds the tree branch. "Wake up, you, sleepy head!" I yawn once again. "Look at the trucks over there. They have already come." I look at the street...

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Ganto membuka lembaran koran. Baru pukul sembilan tiga puluh. Matanya berkelana ke beberapa judul berita. Punggungnya bersandar ke sofa. Hamdan naik dari lantai satu. "Ganto." Office boy bertubuh jangkung itu melipat koran dan meletakkannya. "Ya, Pak." Ganto berdiri menghadap ke arah bosnya. "Tolong beli keran ukuran 3/4." Hamdan...

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