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We have a day of chores.
First,
banking.
Second,
cell phone re-connection, and my heart
is both happy and sad to see the
names flash onto the phone from eighteen months ago, when I fled China
quickly.
Gordon,
the golden tycoon, kindhearted and
boyish, a brilliant Shenzhen
lawyer. Grace, the worldly and charming Hong Kong entrepreneur, with a
warmth that attracted
me immediately. Daphne, the sober
and gentle Shenzhen computer expert, only in her early twenties, and a
business woman,
mother, and wife. Hai Chau, with his
mischievous, sensual laughter.
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