There it was – that tune. But, oh God, I wished that I were wrong. Da-da-da-da-da-da, dah dah dah. Coming from somewhere behind me. I turned my head slowly to the left, where my kid brother sat, propped up on a high stool. Our eyes met, and his narrowed. He’d heard it, too. The unmistakable ring of “Oriental Riff” – as in, that “stereotypical Chinese nine note riff.” You can find it under …
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