It's been three years since all of that happened. I'm eleven now. Much older, and full of respect. Since then, I haven't laid a hand on that book Jordan gave me. She never asked me about it, though. When I go outside for a walk, Jordan stops me. "Where do 你 think you're going?" I stop for a minute, she must think I'm going down that trail. "For a walk," I say. "Oh, no, you're not. I think 你 should stay inside today. 你 need to spend 更多 time with me." And I do, I can't argue with that.
We walk back inside and watch one of her 最喜爱的 movies. She's happy, and I just can't be. I want...
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