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Still in Quebec City, which has a pretty sizable street population once you come down from the hill where the tour groups go. We had to basically step over some guys sharing a glass pipe on the only stairs up the hill yesterday; I have teenagers so this bothered me.
Later, my youngest and I were talking and he says "why don't the police do something about that?"
ๆๅจไธญๅฝๆฏไธไธชๅ่ฑ็ฆปๆฟๅบๆๆง่
๏ผๅบไบ่บซไปฝ็ไธๅๆดปๅจๆ้ฝไธๅไธ๏ผๆฏๅฆๆญฃๅผๅทฅไฝๅ็ฝ่ดญใๆไนไธบๆญคไปๅบๅทจๅคงไปฃไปท๏ผๆ็้ๆฉ็ฉบ้ด่ขซๆๅคงๅ็ผฉ๏ผ่กๅจ่ฝๅๆๅคฑไธฅ้ใๆๅช่ฝ้่ฟๅฐ้ๅ
่ดนwifi่ฎฟ้ฎไบ่็ฝ
In China, I am practically independent of the government; I don't participate in any activities based on my status, such as formal work or online shopping. I've paid a heavy price for this; my choices have been severely limited, and my mobility has been significantly impaired. I can only access the internet through limited free Wi-Fi.
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ไบ็ๅผๅคดๆปๆฏ่ฟๆ ท๏ผ้้ขๅ
ถไผ๏ผ็ไธๅ้ฒใๆ
ไบ็็ปๅฑๆปๆฏ่ฟๆ ท๏ผ่ฑๅผไธคๆต๏ผๅคฉๅไธๆนใ๏ผby ๅผ ๅไฝณ ใไปไฝ ็ๅ
จไธ็่ทฏ่ฟใ๏ผ
Stories always begin this way: a chance encounter, completely unexpected. Stories always end this way: two flowers bloom, then drift apart. (by Zhang Jiajia, I Belonged to You)