Augustin, roi du Kung-fu
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I'm the opposite; they're
out of luck with me.

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That's the way it goes.
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That's your lunch?
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"You eat like a jockey. Of course,
you're an athlete."

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"For a future kung fu star,
you're not beefy."

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"You're no Rambo. But clothes
are misleading. Me,"

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I'm lean for my age. Not a
pinch of fat. Feel it

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I think I hit a bone.
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Bones are harder to build up!
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Li should put you on a commission.
It's only fair.

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I blabber on. You're so quiet...
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modesty's nice.
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Sorry to pester you but
you're my savior.

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My novel's full of details
I must get right.

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"Mr. Boutinot, Augustin."
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We met before.
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"Mr. Ren,"
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see you Friday.
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Who's she? A friend?
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In a way.
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Where is it now? Page...
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eigth-eight
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here's what I write:
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"As night fell, the firelight
by the river flickered"

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"on the grinning old man's
betel-stained teeth""

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my question is: Would a
Yangtze river-dweller

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...be chewing betel in 1885?
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What's betel?
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Pepper and tobacco mixed with lime.
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Leng-yip?
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It's possible.
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"It is? Good, so"betel"can stay."
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"Great. If it's published,
I'll owe you a lot."

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I'm happy to help.
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I didn't take the easy way out...

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