I remember going to Beijing as a kid. I remember walking down a disturbingly loud street with my mother. Not really knowing what we were going to buy.
We went to this clothing shop run by two girls. They were always arguing about pricing with my mother.
One day they planted a flimsy flask behind my back when i was squatting from exhaustion. I got up and tipped the flask over, getting boiling water on me and fragments of the reflective material inside.
We were forced to pay 50 RMB for that lousy thing. The girl claimed it was family shared.
You wouldn't bring something your family used to work bitch.
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