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... the 1990s. The white walls have long been mottled and yellowed. Racks for drying clothes are hung outside the windows of every household. You can still see a few children stepping on puddles downstairs. Faint frolic.
Now that I think about it, my father is a good man in a certain sense. Although he is busy with work and basically doesn’t take care of his family very much, he was tough when he divorced. He sold the house he bought with the loan and paid off the rest of the mortgage. I gave ...
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