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"Can you want something?"
That was my favorite question of the day.
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Really, the floating-Thai-trinket seller woman was asking
DID I want to buy something, not whether I
could want something. The question and it's pleading tone amused me. Couldn't I just please want something so that she could sell it to me and make some money?
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The fruit, coconut and souvenir sellers had hooks they would reach out as your boat passed and pull you over to convince you to buy things.
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There was a theatrical feel to the market.
The women wearing traditional hats were well made up with lipstick and dyed hair--a little bit incongruous to the village women you might otherwise see wearing those hats.
So could I want something?
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Well, I'm afraid not even the plate of frogs on sticks tempted me.
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