with the guffawing Baba and the strange, strange vestment cripple.
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"They want to make me Mahant! HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR" his raspy laugh shakes the tent. "The higher your position, the more fake you are! HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR!"
"Vestttttttments....give me some veeessssteeeemmeeeeents to baaaathe in the Ganga..." an eerie voice interrupts as a blind, cripple hobbles into our camp, his palms outstretched. His presence silences everyone, his minor-scale-sing-song voice makes my hair stand on edge. I quickly give him some money, which he rejects and screams "VESSSSTEMEEEENTS....ALLL I WANT IS VEESSSSTMEEENTS TO BAAAAAAATHE IN THE GANGA"
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The higher your position.. Ha ha :)
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