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[Sunday, 07/12/09] |
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2009: my most talkative summer yet. I've been spending so much time sitting outdoors, breathing in muggy Singapore smells - carbon monoxide, cooking oil, drying paint. My smoke, mixing with yours, clinging to us. I water my throat with caramel tea, acrid lime juice - and ask question after question, wanting nothing more than to know, pausing to chew on my straw. The past days have been a whirlwind of going out early, staying out late, boarding crowded and empty buses; everyone's eyes and voices.
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