Jan Dara
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...her father taught her
to despise me

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Everyone else in the house
called me "Khun Jan"

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To her, I was "Damned Jan"
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Khun Kaew, watch your step!
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Mother, are you ready yet?
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Just a moment, darling
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A little closer, Ma'am
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Stay still...
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Smile...
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One, two, three...
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Saisoi, take Khun Kaew back
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Jan, come here downstairs
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Don't take a picture with him!
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He isn't your son or Father's son!
:13:59
Why take a picture with him?
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Jan, come
and be photographed with me

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Smile, Jan
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Ready?
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One, two, three...
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So this is me
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Jan Visanan
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To Khun Luang,
always "Jan-rai"(Damned bastard)

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Actually,
I didn't mind him calling me that

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He should have made it worse:
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"Son of a bastard!"
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Then I'd have liked it more
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Maybe he isn't my father anyway!
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If I am a bastard
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Where's my real father?
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Don't waste your time
trying to guess

:14:55
The story is rather sordid
:14:57
I'll tell you later

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