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The Indian prison guard escorts me to the Governor's office, gripping my arm much too tightly. The guard is on the edge, shaking with anger, I have no idea why. All I can focus on is some oily food stuck on his moustache, it sways precariously from side to side as he talks. I wonder if I should mention it.

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