| Muller | Hitchhiking Vietnam
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He grabbed suddenly for my dictionary and searched through it for a new word. "No layziness!" he barked at me before riding on ahead, my dictionary still tightly clamped in his fist.
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I studied my latest vocabulary list for a moment, my eyes darting back and forth to check the potholes and traffic. Fung reached over and took it from me, gave it a perfunctory glance and tucked it into his shirt pocket. Similar slips of paper had been disappearing from my belongings since the trip began. I suspected they would eventually find their way into some government anti-espionage file. I wondered what insights they would provide the powers-that-be and resisted the temptation to scribble a list of CIA instructions addressed to Fung in college-level English and wait for him to take it off my hands.
He grabbed suddenly for my dictionary and searched through it for a new word. "No layziness!" he barked at me before riding on ahead, my dictionary still tightly clamped in his fist.
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