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Her sign name looks like “Dimple,” and she is better at eating than any Thai person I know. The first night we met, she picked a seat near me on the ground and exuded a faint scent of flowers. It made me self-conscious. I myself smelled of chlorine: my clothes would not dry in the fan-stirred humidity of the house, and the warm, tropical air blew over me, lulling me into sleepy stillness after swimming. But they–all the Deaf I had just met–gathered around. They sat on the floor, signing with Berry. She was popular. Why would she sit by me? Continue reading

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She showed up to Bible circle with her iPhone, sprig-legs tucked neatly under her in the plastic chair. She scrolled Line. Kissy-face emojis–“wish I was there”–sawatdee ka–never lifting her face to the room of people.  Continue reading

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