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Dude, that's not sweat, is it?
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Better yet, it's sweat mixed with sun screen. Seriously, I sweat like a fat man.
Hmmm. Nah, I'm alright thanks.
Here I am enlisting in the Terracotta Army with m' homies. Actually, it's in a ceramics factory that produces models. Oh, and they try and sell them to you. No place in China is complete without a horde of salespeople hawking you anything they can.
“This necklace agate, look pretty on girlfriend.”
“Yeah thanks, I'll tell him.”
“Lookie lookie, you need tie?”
“No thanks, I'm allergic.”
I was almost relieved to be back in Blighty, but now I can't haggle.
