Titlebook: Of Vietnam; Identities in Dialog Jane Bradley Winston,Leakthina Chau-Pech Ollier Book 2001 Jane Bradley Winston and Leakthina Chau-Pech Oll

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GLOOM

Saigon Pull,isco, a tinseled, strobe-lit barge, which blares loud music until 3 o’clock each morning. Although I tried jamming wads of rolled-up newspaper into my ears, the monotonous thump, thump, thump still filtered through. Once I even tried bandaging the top half of my head.

抵消

Fire,usual we sat at our corner table at the Golden Phoenix, Mister Cao’s restaurant, chatting animatedly when Mister Huy ran in as if chased by a ghost. “Undone, absolutely undone,” he yelled and waved the .expressively above his bald head. “Mister Bac has committed self-immolation.”

Wallow

固定某物

After Zigzagging,After zigzagging across an open field, How did I ever learn so many words I can’t pronounce?

胰岛素

Rap Music,Hands steadily spinning. Guarding each number for a chance to shrink into one spot.

生来

Moving along the Edge of Summer,Moving along the edge of summer An early moon bends the first third of the month Gaudily fawning

季雨

裂缝

娴熟

City Streets 1,Mad storm. Umbrella tornado. Blue lid. Screaming glass. Sidewalk skirt. Junk amenities.