gue over my lips to lick off ticky bean paste.

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    Our entire family anding outside, cting excitedly. Everybody ant-looking cloty silk   ers unics and so did t embroidered ers for long life. Even t on t cloto celebrate: Mamas aunt, Babas mot-uncles fat iny steps and then a scared look.

    ts icky rice us leaves, some filled ed  lotus seeds; a small stove for boiling er for  tea; anotaining cups and boton sack of apples, pomegranates, and pears; sy earts and vegetables; stacks of red boxes lined s for our afternoon nap.

    to ricksting next to t t moment, before  off, I