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42 KITES FROM INDIA (M) The way things go in a year or two she'll be driven out. Mylar kites will skyrocket (after the sugar the bread the coffee the meat) out of sight. Last year's perfume will be cheaper less scarce than next year's gasoline. Fewer and fewer will have idle extra bucks to fritter on trinkets, costumes incense sticks. Sooner or later Indian workers will choose to starve on their own time: 'hey! fuck these kites, make your own...' The way things go in a year or two 43 she'll be bankrupt. Her own kind her own system having sucked her in will chew her up, spit her out. She'll bang around looking for a boss to work for like it or not she will be us ...

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