Sometimes on the bus, I look around and think, so if anything happens, these are the people I am going to spend my last moments with. I look at them, trying to reduce each to what they are wearing and how they look. I suppose they will identify me as ‘young Chinese woman, fair complexion with freckles, no make-up, with brown leather bag and flat shoes.’ Or perhaps they might not mention the shoes. 

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