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What a fool I am. I should have accepted Vahan's advances better, he didn't give me a peach and a cobbler for nothing. I should have gone with him to Yerevan, to his uncle Karen. His relatives in Armenia probably aren't as fucked up as this helmet-and-stick master. At least he wouldn't have to ride that imaginary trotter. No. I read that the Armenians ride donkeys.