Shamed by outdated/old world/largely inapplicable moral code
Had dinner at The Little Dirty, our staff canteen, with TTL, the baoan with whom I am closest. We talked about the end of Expo inexorably rushing forward, and about how meeting again would be rather unlikely. Hesitation, then small, hopeful promises were offered of future visits to America (someday, once rich) and layovers in Shanghai. Silence, and we dug around in our rice with chopsticks.
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