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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… — read more
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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… — read more
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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… — read more
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Superiority
I have always been possessed by a grave sense of superiority. I had almonds for breakfast today, six almonds, to be exact. I almost went to the pool this morning, but I decided not to because I’d rather have my six almonds. The fact that I could choose to have almonds instead of going to… — read more
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