Sometimes when Mama Lai can't sleep, she would steal into my bedroom, sit on my bed and ask me for
"the juicy gossip happening in [my] life". One night, I turned the tables and asked her for some juicy secrets from her life, maybe some details about an old boyfriend, pre-Papa Lai.
Mama Lai sighed:
"My dating life is like yours...nothing much to say."
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