I sat down at a rickety plastic table, held in balance with one leg propped up by a stone. The coffee stall owner came over, held up two fingers in a victory sign and I nodded with a knowing smile.
In a jiffy, he brought over two cups of teh (milk tea) and placed them on the table, one for me and one for my wife who was shopping for groceries nearby.
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