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“You can't convince yourself! You either believe or you don't believe." (28) "She say you ask weird questions, but I say you're student, you supposed to ask! Her job to answer! I say you're lazy, if student ask, you answer!" "Yeah! She told me my real great-grandparents are these white people named Adan and Eve!" "Bullshit! But hey, Ciao Wen, be smart. Why you argue with her about that? You know they believe this stuff, just let them believe." "But she told me I was going to Hell if I didn't believe and told me to ask God into my heart!" ""Ha, ha, yeah, she told me, too, think she do something soo good to help you. Whatever. You know it's lies, let those idiots believe. Just focus on real school. Don't be stupid and fight them, you'll lose." (30)”

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Fresh Off the Boat

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Eddie Huang
Eddie Huang

Eddie Huang is a Chinese-American lawyer and entrepreneur, born in 1982. He is recognized for his work in the legal field and his entrepreneurial endeavors, particularly with his restaurant, Huangteng. Huang has also gained fame through his television appearances and writing, including his memoir 'Fresh Off the Boat'. more

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