Exercise 3.1.2 Narratives: Cindy Wang

Spicy Hot Pot Soup and Coffees

When I drink a piping cup of coffee, I feel like a mermaid, swirling in cream, vanilla, sugar, bitterness, completely enveloped in warmth in comfort.

When eating piping hot pot, I feel like Te Ka, the goddess of fire and destruction, ready to punch the cold in my bones into the next century.

 

 

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