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Rai holds up a bottle of vodka that the men had been mixing with their colas as they talk. The bottle is scratched and the label torn.
“We found it,” he says, “washed up on our doorstep the day after.”
He smiles knowingly, the irony not lost. While the ocean has taken away all he’s ever had — it has left him a way to toast his own misfortune.