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Charlie and the Rubber Chocolate Factory

By Gena Valerie Chua | August 8, 2008 - 12:00am

They never pronounced my name right. It was my first summer in college, that sporadic time of the year when trees shed their leaves even as the sun burns every inch of your skin. Most of my summers until then were...

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