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Swan Song As soon as I turn my phone on, the message appears out of nowhere on my phone: “Where are you, Garlic Head?” Like a stalker, Policewoman Qu seems to be in step with my every move. It’s as if she has a microchip built into her brain that alerts her as to when I will turn [...]
“Eh? Hello? Is anyone there?” a voice from outside asks. I sit in Chinareflection’s office on a small brown stool. My accordian is on my lap, and I’ve been practicing for the past hour. In front of me is my music book with the notes for “William Tell,” a piece that I was just starting to get [...]
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