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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><title>If Sardine in Yangon</title><subtitle>New chapters</subtitle><id>https://frolicking-tapioca-96c790.netlify.app/</id><link href="https://frolicking-tapioca-96c790.netlify.app/"/><link rel="self" href="https://frolicking-tapioca-96c790.netlify.app/feed.xml"/><updated>2026-10-26T00:00:00Z</updated><author><name>AP Myat</name></author>
<entry><title>Chapter Eighteen: Pigs</title><link href="https://frolicking-tapioca-96c790.netlify.app/chapter-18.html"/><id>https://frolicking-tapioca-96c790.netlify.app/chapter-18.html</id><updated>2026-10-26T00:00:00Z</updated><summary>What a day to wake up to.</summary></entry>
<entry><title>Chapter Seventeen: As Above So Below</title><link href="https://frolicking-tapioca-96c790.netlify.app/chapter-17.html"/><id>https://frolicking-tapioca-96c790.netlify.app/chapter-17.html</id><updated>2026-10-26T00:00:00Z</updated><summary>I yawned. What was that noise? Music? From where? From my sister&#x27;s room?</summary></entry>
<entry><title>Chapter Sixteen: Ascension</title><link href="https://frolicking-tapioca-96c790.netlify.app/chapter-16.html"/><id>https://frolicking-tapioca-96c790.netlify.app/chapter-16.html</id><updated>2026-10-26T00:00:00Z</updated><summary>It was late when we reached the monastery. At the gate I took off the robe and left it on the back seat. I didn&#x27;t need it anymore.</summary></entry>
<entry><title>Chapter Fifteen: Only If I Can Lend You My Eyes</title><link href="https://frolicking-tapioca-96c790.netlify.app/chapter-15.html"/><id>https://frolicking-tapioca-96c790.netlify.app/chapter-15.html</id><updated>2026-10-26T00:00:00Z</updated><summary>I woke to a knock at my door.</summary></entry>
<entry><title>Chapter Fourteen: The Viper</title><link href="https://frolicking-tapioca-96c790.netlify.app/chapter-14.html"/><id>https://frolicking-tapioca-96c790.netlify.app/chapter-14.html</id><updated>2026-10-26T00:00:00Z</updated><summary>I was full, and I didn&#x27;t want to be.</summary></entry>
<entry><title>Chapter Thirteen: Friends and Foes</title><link href="https://frolicking-tapioca-96c790.netlify.app/chapter-13.html"/><id>https://frolicking-tapioca-96c790.netlify.app/chapter-13.html</id><updated>2026-10-26T00:00:00Z</updated><summary>&quot;Wathone. Get up. Hey, boy. Come on, get up. You sleep like a pig.&quot;</summary></entry>
<entry><title>Chapter Twelve: Ritual</title><link href="https://frolicking-tapioca-96c790.netlify.app/chapter-12.html"/><id>https://frolicking-tapioca-96c790.netlify.app/chapter-12.html</id><updated>2026-10-26T00:00:00Z</updated><summary>I was watching a movie in my room when I heard my father&#x27;s voice downstairs, and under it the sound of a lot of other people. I was curious, so I went down.</summary></entry>
<entry><title>Chapter Eleven: Revelation</title><link href="https://frolicking-tapioca-96c790.netlify.app/chapter-11.html"/><id>https://frolicking-tapioca-96c790.netlify.app/chapter-11.html</id><updated>2026-10-26T00:00:00Z</updated><summary>I woke up to the sound of my sister crying. It was starting to annoy me. Then I heard my father shouting too.</summary></entry>
<entry><title>Chapter Ten: Speak No Evil</title><link href="https://frolicking-tapioca-96c790.netlify.app/chapter-10.html"/><id>https://frolicking-tapioca-96c790.netlify.app/chapter-10.html</id><updated>2026-10-26T00:00:00Z</updated><summary>I woke up very early that morning, too excited to sleep. I went downstairs to find my father. I knew he would be getting ready for work.</summary></entry>
<entry><title>Chapter Nine: Hear No Evil</title><link href="https://frolicking-tapioca-96c790.netlify.app/chapter-09.html"/><id>https://frolicking-tapioca-96c790.netlify.app/chapter-09.html</id><updated>2026-10-26T00:00:00Z</updated><summary>The music on the rooftop got harder and louder. I smoked and thought about tomorrow.</summary></entry>
<entry><title>Chapter Eight: See No Evil</title><link href="https://frolicking-tapioca-96c790.netlify.app/chapter-08.html"/><id>https://frolicking-tapioca-96c790.netlify.app/chapter-08.html</id><updated>2026-10-26T00:00:00Z</updated><summary>&quot;Sir! Sir, what happened here? Young master, wake up! Are you okay?&quot;</summary></entry>
<entry><title>Chapter Seven: Deer Meat</title><link href="https://frolicking-tapioca-96c790.netlify.app/chapter-07.html"/><id>https://frolicking-tapioca-96c790.netlify.app/chapter-07.html</id><updated>2026-10-26T00:00:00Z</updated><summary>We had been driving for a few minutes, and KoMg looked happier than I had ever seen anyone look behind a steering wheel. His smile was wider than the road. He took the busiest route, but it didn&#x27;t matter. It was late, and the streets were almost empty.</summary></entry>
<entry><title>Chapter Six: Bloodhound</title><link href="https://frolicking-tapioca-96c790.netlify.app/chapter-06.html"/><id>https://frolicking-tapioca-96c790.netlify.app/chapter-06.html</id><updated>2026-10-26T00:00:00Z</updated><summary>My phone woke me up. It was Thura. &quot;Bro! It&#x27;s time! Where are you? We&#x27;re already here! Tonight it&#x27;s 17th Street, baby!&quot;</summary></entry>
<entry><title>Chapter Five: A Ship That Didn&#x27;t Catch Fish</title><link href="https://frolicking-tapioca-96c790.netlify.app/chapter-05.html"/><id>https://frolicking-tapioca-96c790.netlify.app/chapter-05.html</id><updated>2026-10-26T00:00:00Z</updated><summary>Sunlight came through the window and hit my eyes, and I opened them slowly. &quot;Wathone, get up. It&#x27;s already nine.&quot; My mother was standing in the doorway. &quot;I made breakfast for you. Eat something and get ready for court.&quot;</summary></entry>
<entry><title>Chapter Four: Flooded Heart</title><link href="https://frolicking-tapioca-96c790.netlify.app/chapter-04.html"/><id>https://frolicking-tapioca-96c790.netlify.app/chapter-04.html</id><updated>2026-10-26T00:00:00Z</updated><summary>Halfway home, the rain came out of nowhere. One moment the road was dry, and the next it was gone, swallowed by water so heavy the wipers couldn&#x27;t keep up. Everything outside turned black and silver. I couldn&#x27;t see the car in front of me, so I pulled over and turned off the…</summary></entry>
<entry><title>Chapter Three: Heavy Rain</title><link href="https://frolicking-tapioca-96c790.netlify.app/chapter-03.html"/><id>https://frolicking-tapioca-96c790.netlify.app/chapter-03.html</id><updated>2026-10-26T00:00:00Z</updated><summary>I woke up to the smell of my own blanket and the soft gray light coming through the curtains. I hadn&#x27;t slept like that in years, deep and heavy, like a dog after a long day in the sun.</summary></entry>
<entry><title>Chapter Two: Love at First Sight</title><link href="https://frolicking-tapioca-96c790.netlify.app/chapter-02.html"/><id>https://frolicking-tapioca-96c790.netlify.app/chapter-02.html</id><updated>2026-10-26T00:00:00Z</updated><summary>On the way to the club, I put on my favorite song, &quot;Everlong&quot; by the Foo Fighters. The first guitar came in thin and nervous, the way it always does, and I turned it up until the windows hummed.</summary></entry>
<entry><title>Chapter One: Yangon</title><link href="https://frolicking-tapioca-96c790.netlify.app/chapter-01.html"/><id>https://frolicking-tapioca-96c790.netlify.app/chapter-01.html</id><updated>2026-10-26T00:00:00Z</updated><summary>Most people in Myanmar have never eaten a sardine. They know the word, and maybe they&#x27;ve seen a tin of them in some foreign movie, but sardines don&#x27;t belong here. Everyone knows that. A sardine is the last thing you&#x27;d ever expect to find in Yangon.</summary></entry>
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