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Min turned to me. "I saw one thing. I heard another. And I thoughtWhich should I believemy eyes or my ears? In the endI let my heart decide. I didn't want to think I had seen so many bodies. Better to think it was just an illusionsame as my acting at the Great World." 350 Amy Tan I was thinkingThis girl Min is so much like me. Seeing one thinghearing anotherboth of us following our foolish hearts. Wait a moment Min said I know something your ears won't believe. And then she ran quickly up the stairs. When she came backshe held a record in her hand. She wound up the old phonographwound it so hard that when she put the needle onthe music flew out very fast. She immediately started to swing her hips and click her fingers. "This is what I used to sing and dance she said. I sang this at Sincere before it was destroyed." And then she began to sing and dance as if I were one hundred people in an audience. It was an American song about loveand I heard right away that she had a very s buy jordan heelsweet voicethe kind of voice that sounded as if her heart had been broken many times. Chinese people liked that kind of singing. Her arms swayed like branches blown by a soft windmov |
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