“At mahjong?” comes my mom’s shrill reply. “You think I should be proud of you? Where did you even learn to play, huh? Have you been gambling when you’re supposed to be at school?” “No! Bro, I swear—” “I’m not your bro. Ni bu xiang huo le shi ba—” “Okay, then, dearest mother, maybe it’s just natural talent. Maybe this is my calling— Ow, stop hitting me—”
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