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Dear diary, my son past away. He was only seven years old. I cannot believe a fever so rare could kill someone. This is so heartbreaking for me. I know I would not be able to afford the cost of the funeral. The doctor we had taken him to wants me to work for him and pay me twice as much as the grammar school I have been working for. I would really be happy to. My wife is not too happy about it. She calls me the "doctor's assistant" rather than an interpreter.

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Dear diary, I have been working as an interpreter and a tour guide. I love my job as a tour guide. I love taking tourists on a tour. I usually take English-speaking Europeans and Americans to see the sights of India. One of my favorite places to stop by is the road side restaurant. I love drinking hot tea and relaxing. Taking the tourists to the Sun Temple is like a reward to me. Even though I only work on Fridays and Saturdays, I always look forward to working.

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Dear diary, today I took a couple and their children to see the Sun Temple. They were a pretty weird couple that acted like they were the children's older siblings. I had long conversations with them about about my job as a tour guide and a interpreter. Mrs. Das was pretty interested in my job as an interpreter and I was impressed. I felt a connection with her that I have not felt with my wife. I soon came to a realization that she was trying to put her guilt on me for being an interpreter. It made me feel disappointed. I know I will never see them again.

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Dear diary, the lady I met at the tour was very attractive. She payed attention to my stories. She even used the word "romantic" with me to describe my job. I don't believe she behaves romantically towards her husband. Once we stopped to get some food, she asked me to write my address on a piece of paper to send copies of the photographs we have taken. After a while she confessed to me about having an affair with another guy. I was really confused on why she would confess to me but I then realize I was being used. She then opened her purse and the piece of paper flew away. I will never see her again.

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Dear diary, I usually look forward to going home and relaxing while my wife brings me tea. Today I feel a bit different. I realized that my wife has not even been fully naked next to me. I met a lady on one of my tours and she was dressing half naked. I haven't even seen my own wife like that. I feel even more disconnection ever since our son passed away. I started working as an interpreter for my dead sons' doctor. My wife refers to me as "doctor's assistant" instead.