So I was catching an auto to work today, standing on the main road under the burning sun, next to a steaming heap of rubbish with mongrel, mangy dogs prowling its circumference, when a car stops in front of me, and the driver checks me out and says, get in darling.
I wanted to clobber him over the head, but I just gave him the nastiest look, and said "get lost" and walked off.
And yet, even in the awful auto that I managed to flag down, as I was weaving past pedestrians, cows, dogs and blind women, head-on into incoming traffic, swerving wildly to avoid buses and trucks, I wondered, how could I ever let this go? and that title from Ishiguro kept coming back, as it has been of late. Oh darling, never let me go.
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