From my small room near the Clock Tower, I hear the radio playing old film songs and the aunties clicking their needles. I stream the games, and your talk of 'switch-everything defence' makes me smile—it is like our knitting patterns, where every stitch must hold its place. When the Garden roars, my own heart beats faster, though my only banner is a half-finished green shawl on my lap.
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