Friday, February 19, 2010


I'm sitting in a Starbucks having an iced coffee. An English-speaking Chinese man and his twentysomething son sit across from me me, eating chicken McNuggets, conveniently found next door. The father is reading The DaVinci Code while the son reads Harry, A History. Jazz is playing at a cafe-level decibel.
I hate how nice this feels.

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