From The Refugees, by Viet Thanh Nguyen
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"The more she listened to him, the more she feared her own memory was faltering. Perhaps they really had eaten ice cream flavored with durian on the veranda of a tea plantation in he central highlands, reclining on rattan chairs. And was it possible they's fed bamboo shoots to the tame deer in the Saigon zoo? Or together had beaten off a pickpocket, a scabby refugee from the bombed-out countryside who'd sneaked up on them in the Ben Thanh market?"
From I'd Love You to Want Me
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