By Jennifer 8. Lee | October 15, 2007
I was cleaning out my closet this weekend. Gave away one of my two air mattresses that I found there — neither of which I bought (how did this happen?) plus one of three extra blankets that has accumulated there. Deep inside the bowels of the closet found one of those huge Chinese red-white-and-blue plaid bags (the kind that is the symbol of developing world transience) — full of other plastic bags. This is a legacy of growing up in a Chinese household (I even tie them into knots).
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