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Anyway, Xiaolin was one year younger than me, so I assumed we were from the same generation. But when he said he had never once left Beijing, I changed my mind. It was clear he wouldn’t understand why I had left home. Perhaps we were from different generations after all.
Twenty Fragments of a Ravenous Youth
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