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I push open the door to the sunroom. Crossing the threshold, the flowers bombard me with their smell. I rub my nose as I look at the middle-aged man who is smiling at me.
He places his tea down and greets me, "At last, you finally decided to meet me for tea."
I sit in front of him. "Harbin, I am a warrior now. Joining you to tea is…" I regard everything in the table and add, "… inappropriate."
"Why? The generals partake in this activity."
"I am not a general."
"You will, soon."
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