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I only speak simplified Chinese

February 22, 2018
I find it a little discombobulating being back in a university classroom at this age, and what makes it weirder is that almost half of my classmates are Indonesian maids. I’m the only Canadian. There is a Brit, a couple of Americans and a guy from Okinawa, who no one can understand in any languag...
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