Cora stares at the brick, feels a bit like one has shattered her brain as well because she was doing everything right. She was out trying to be social, to not hide away in her apartment, to eat food she didn’t prepare herself, make small talk about movies, things normal twenty-four-year-olds do. But still, no matter how hard she tries to just have a simple life, everything around her always breaks. And Cora doesn’t think it’s a coincidence that this happened in Chinatown, at a Chinese take-out place. Even when she is no one at all, just an echo of a dead person, she’s still Chinese and no one
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