A Chinatown Love Story I got nowhere to go. I got no place to be. Time for a bun and some bou-lei tea. The smell of durian, the glow of the light, the backs of heads, the sidewalk night, down In Chinatown Men in a chair sit by their stalls. Hand written prices taped to walls. Steamed dim sum in a small cafe. A woman in slippers like old Taipei. …
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