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Midsummer, the cicadas sang an aggressive chorus, and the sun was blinding to the eyes.
In the living room, the square black and white TV was playing Jerry and Tom, accompanied by the clacking sounds of the rotating standing fan. Warm currents hit Orange’s face intermittently. Her sweat dried before she sweated more, her skin getting sticky.
She was five. Dressed in an airy tank top and a pair of shorts, she lay on a rattan chair, barefooted and knees bent. In her mouth was a small wooden popsicle stick. Five minutes ago, it had been a mung bean popsicle.
Holding a black and white handheld console with both hands, she played Tetris with full concentration.
Blocks after blocks quickly filled the screen, about to reach the top. She spat out the popsicle stick in her mouth...
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