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It was mid-morning on a Monday in August, and though the sky was overcast, sweat accumulated under our hair and ran in tiny rivulets down the sides of our faces. We methodically traversed Chinatown, east to west, down south one block and again the other way until we made it through the neighborhood. By the afternoon, we saw high skyscrapers but still no sign of any of the sellers from the day before. We retraced our steps and cooled off in a Chinese bakery, assuming our beloved dealers started their days late. Dad checked himself out in the bathroom and t
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