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“I wanted to write about the experience of my first language, about learning how to ask through hands before words.”
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The tiles around the kid shaped orange juice are glassy like somebody polished them. You bend down, get your face real close ‘cause you can almost see your reflection in it and you’d kill to see somebody you know right now. Up close the stink of piss socks you up the nose.
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