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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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Vicarious touching
Sex is hard. My wife rarely smells alright. It seems she has trouble wiping off her pee. It might be a universal problem for women for they have a lot more layers and folds within their system. They also grow more hair, I think, so it doesn’t work in favour of lazy women like my
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Soup
One of my cherished delights in childhood was a cold bowl of fishhead soup. The gelatin glistened around the eyeball, the delicate crunch of the cartilage, and the tender flesh melted like the dreams I used to have. I don’t usually do much on my birthdays. I sit on the blue couch. I play with
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