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My boy band

I have lunch with them every week when I’m at my woodworking workshop.

They always ask me if I’m having lunch with them well it’s actually more like an affirmation than a question. They are used to it by now.

It’s not like we talk or anything but…

It’s a funny sight really: me, the white TaiTai, with 4 to 6 local guys, seating around the table among all the local workers in this hawker center in an industrial site. The food stall owners are used to it by now…. I disappear for a few months than show up again.

I wished I could take a picture of us eating.

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