“You don’t know my name, do you?” The yellow shape stared back at me from its white residence, mocking me. The lady’s voice echoed in my head, “Can you name this shape, Jenny?” I tugged at my pigtails as I started blankly at the card with the yellow form and then at the frumpily-dressed, bespectacled lady. I couldn’t name it. Circle? Square? Pentagon? No, it was something else. I knew it in Chinese – changfangxing. What was it...

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