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I Like Chinese, Or: What Do the Chinese Think of Americans?

We've bought a house, and that means we have to buy a bunch of "stuff" to go with it.

As I'm sure you know, most "stuff" these days comes from China, and yet, most Chinese don't use any of the stuff that they make for Americans.

That led me to wonder: What do Chinese think of Americans? Can you imagine making a bunch of products, never being able to use or benefit from those products yourself?

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