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\chapauth{duck monster}
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\chapter{Luke Kills An American}
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Luke Barvarious stumbled into his classroom in Ho Chi Minh city.
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Today they would be learning about the teachings of Chairman Mao,
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the great Oarsman.
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It was different here, ever since he was abandoned by his pot
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smoking hippy father back in the 80s, nothing was the same as it
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was back home.
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And most of all he missed his father. Luke stayed up at night,
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dreaming of the adventures through europe he took as a child with
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his father, the musty streets of Spain, the wonderful aromas of
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Paris, the cosmopolitain airs of venice. He enjoyed too the journey
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through south east asia, visiting the big old temples and watching
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father get blind drunk on Laotian rice wine.
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But then one day father disappeared , and Luke was taken by the
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police and given to a stern family in the Vietnamese communist
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party. He tried to be a good son to his new family, but they would
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never let him forget that he was from the people that had murdered
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so many before.
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And at school the children would taunt him, mocking his skin, his
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eyes, his accent and his poor language skills. He couldn't remember
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much of america, it was so long ago, but they'd never let him
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forget he wasn't from here.
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But one day Luke was walking into the local bar, where he was
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earning some pocket money serving the Japanese businessmen and
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local Communist party officials, when a white man called him
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over.
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``Hey kid, you look American. Wheres your folks?'', the man
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said.
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``Uh. I was orphaned and I live with a family here now.''
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``Oh, thats too bad. Tell ya what kid, meet me after closing and
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we'll have a talk about America!''
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Lukes heart skipped. Maybe this kind man could tell him about the
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land he could barely remember. Maybe this man could tell him what
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happened to father.
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Later that day Luke met the white man, and they went up to his
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hotel room. The man showed him photos of Disney land, the white
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house, and Luke marvelled at how rich and happy every one
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seemed.
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``If only..'' , he said, ``.. If only I had a way to get
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there.''.
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``Well son, I guess that'd cost money''.
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``Yeah{\ldots} '' said luke.
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``I know, I can give you money, but first you must do something for
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me.''
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The man hesitated then,
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``Kid. Ever heard of a blowjob?''
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With that , the man unclipped his belt, and his pants fell to his
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feet. Luke immediately froze up. He might be a naive kid, but he
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knew what this meant.
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``{\bf Down down American pig! Down with imperialism! Down with yankee
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perverts}'' Luke shouted as he stuck the man in the groin with his
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fist and suddenly a team of Viet Cong burst into the room and
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pumped the old pervert with lead.
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As the man lied dying he looked up at luke and whispered ``I never
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stopped loving you son.''. His eyes shed a tear, rolled back , and
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he passed away.
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Luke realised then, that America is the father of the world. But
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now he was growing up, truly a child of vietnam. Having defeated
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the Imperialist, the adults would surely respect and honor him now.
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