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Audience
I was walking on Elizabeth Street in one early evening. A plump, curious rat captured my attention. She was tottering along the shops with her almost broken left front leg. As she approached the display cabinets, she would push herself up against the wall to check out what human greediness is up to. I followed
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Chinese dumpling
I had a bite of this seemingly juicy soup dumpling. Little did I know that it wasn’t soup. It was anxiety boiling up within a sheet of silence that is creasing under the heat. Today is the day. This restaurant near Eastwood train station is humming with couples in their thirties with their kids. They
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