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when i lived in north portland, there was this little vietnamese girl that lived next door to me. she wasn't very bright. i think english was actually her first language. but it was hard to tell. her older brothers all had a particular shape to their heads that implied they were kept in hammocks or something as infants. hers was big and round and perfect. anyhow. she was a big fan of saying something was like something else but different. like that a chihuahua she saw at the park some unnamed number of days ago looked like my cat, but different. it was always quite amusing, totally unhelpful as a descriptor, and usually all she had to say about the matter. and this is like a note on my last entry, but not.