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There are two things I’ll remember most from my Mandarin classes at TLI. One–that familiar headsore, and two–singing syllables. The headsore is not alarming. I think of it as my brain attempting to rewire or refocus, Like there were nuts and bolts, cogwheels and gears, squeaking slowly, being brought back to life inside my gray…

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