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As the weather grew warmer in the spring of 1973, the power in our building kept going out. The second time this happened on a hot afternoon, I left our apartment to see if I could find someplace cooler. As I walked down the stairs, Comrade Li greeted me from the landing.
"How are you today, Ling?" he said with his monkey grin.