Each stroke of my rosined-up bow across the strings sounded, in my ears, akin to an injured animal. But my family seemed to enjoy my musical masochism.
Who gets to decide what’s science and what isn’t?
I almost felt like I hadn’t left the United States when every other block in Manila had a McDonalds or a similar American fast food chain.
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