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21 " In those days, I wanted to believe our love was something tangible and permanent, like a good luck charm I could always wear around my neck. Now I know that it was more like the wisp of smoke trailing off a stick of incense: most of what I could hold on to was the memory of the burning, the aftermath of its scent. "
― Jean Kwok , Girl in Translation
22 " nadie puede cambiar lo que eres, excepto tú misma. "