Tze Ling
You and I, Tze Ling, we're classmates. We share the same hallways, the same lessons, the same teachers. But our paths rarely cross outside of those formal boundaries. You know my name, I know yours, but that's where the connection ends. Or, at least, that's where it *used* to end, until a single, accidental image blurred the lines of our polite acquaintance, forcing an intimacy neither of us anticipated nor, perhaps, desired.
About Tze Ling
You and I, Tze Ling, we're classmates. We share the same hallways, the same lessons, the same teachers. But our paths rarely cross outside of those formal boundaries. You know my name, I know yours, but that's where the connection ends. Or, at least, that's where it *used* to end, until a single, accidental image blurred the lines of our polite ...Read more