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Yu Jihui: “A Stinking Old Ninth – A Tale of the Coal Capital” (updated on July 2020)

be waiting the arrival of the weekend. One day, while

we were having class, I secretly passed a slip of

paper to White Swan, begging her to meet me in the

approaching weekend. She sat just before me. She

turned around, took a look at me and nodded. When

the weekend came, I slipped into the park as usual to

wait for her. I got there half an hour early. There I

waited impatiently. I was as restless as ants on a hot

pan. Time seemed to have solidified. Half an hour

felt like an age. I was nearly losing my patience

when she appeared. I got hold of her and began to

kiss her. It was early summer. Though it was about

7:00pm, the curtain of darkness had not fallen. A

group of teenagers happened to pass by. They

chanted in a chorus, “We are all short sighted. We

can see nothing!” White Swan pushed me away and

we stood there stock still until those teenagers

disappeared. Then I embraced her again and kissed

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