Sunday, October 14, 2012

In Which There Is a You People Want to Know the Blood Of

The woman in the bus station saw you and me talking and so thought you were of mixed blood. She grabbed your shoulder from behind, and the look on your face was, what the fuck? You weren't of mixed blood, your mom told her.

In the shopping center, two woman saw you and me talking. Hello, they said in English. In Chinese, they asked you whether you were Chinese. You said you weren't. They asked you whether you were a Chinese baby. You turned your head away, so I talked for you. Yes, she's Chinese. Was it so weird, your mom asked.

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