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“You bought a lot,” Sokha said, trying to make conversation. “My daughter likes the one with the bandana. The dog.”

She nodded and climbed in, arranging her purchases—a sad-eyed capybara plush, a penguin with a beanie, a lavender sleep mask—around her like a nest. As Sokha drove, the rain turned strange. The usual potholes of Ekareach Street shimmered, reflecting not the neon of the casinos, but the pale glow of a coral reef. miniso sihanoukville

Desperate for a fare, he idled outside a brand-new, blindingly white building that had appeared three months ago, as if a wizard had sneezed and conjured it: . It sat between a dusty karaoke bar and a half-constructed casino, a cheerful, air-conditioned alien. “You bought a lot,” Sokha said, trying to

“You,” she said, her voice a soft hum. “Take me to the pier. The old one, before the Chinese built everything.” As Sokha drove, the rain turned strange