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by cAmilla Wu

  "Everything I do must be related to my work." Holding a glass of Single Malt whiskey, you said slowly. An ice cube slid into your mouth while you drank. Chewing the ice instinctively, you laid the glass on a coaster. The balcony framed the building of TaiPei 101.  The ferris wheel of Miramar shone its glamor from afar. The mountains echoed with the laughter from the wooden bar table. "It is not over yet," I raised my wineglass casting a smile to you.