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Chapter-7
2018, April, Thingyan (Water Festival) Celebration, Part-II, Yangon
As soon as they left Mahabandoola Park, a huge crowd of people and cars blocked their way because of queuing up for their turn to show up at the adjacent pandal at which young people were holding and swaying water pipes for drenching revellers up.
So, the four of them had to squeeze their way out of the crowd to reach the other side of Sule Pagoda Road. While revellers were waiting at their vehicles, they shouted out ribaldry to tease each other. Some lines were coarse and vulgar while some were acceptable.
When the four friends happened to pass by a light truck, some guys on it shouted out teasingly, “Hey, sweeties, if you want to ride with us, it’s free for you but not your boys.” Lin knew that they were hinting at Pan Che and Eli who became piqued at the sheer blatancy.
Seeing that, the guys said, “Don’t get upset, sweetie.
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