The clerk kept his eyes on his ledger when I asked for the form, saying it would come "next week," same as last month. I sat on that hard wooden bench by the fan, watching a gecko on the yellow wall, and understood the form was not the point. The point was the waiting itself, to see if the hill medicine request would become just another *phijigee* in a forgotten file.
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