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My solid wood table is oval like a goliath surfboard and heavy as a safe, was once dragged into the house by my brother and me, puffing and triumphant, and now bends and stretches the gentle dinner hours. Captain Ahab made Chinese broccoli with abalone mushrooms, talapia with chopped baby shrimp and chunks of pink grapefruit with a copper colored fish sauce, a limey stringy salad that tasted like brushing your teeth, sweet and sour soup with foggy vegetables floating serenly, the nice glasses with heartshaped ice and apple cranberry sparkling cider. There were six but we meant to be seven. the seven was Staple's mom, ill upstairs.
Lee wears a "I f*cked britney spears* pin on his shirt and is socially observant in the way an inquisite child might be in front of mixed company, popping with inappropriate questions. He is chinese and handsome like a doll and looks, if not cartoonish, then at least easy to draw.
My brother sat down and the chair exploded beneath him. He fell to the floor and we laughed and from the wreckage he called out "the fat one! the fattest one here, right! of course!" this kid a sumo wrestler could toothpick.
"Let's chew our food a hundred times," someone decided. funny what reveals flavor, something as obvious and almost cliche as slowing down.
Lee wears a "I f*cked britney spears* pin on his shirt and is socially observant in the way an inquisite child might be in front of mixed company, popping with inappropriate questions. He is chinese and handsome like a doll and looks, if not cartoonish, then at least easy to draw.
My brother sat down and the chair exploded beneath him. He fell to the floor and we laughed and from the wreckage he called out "the fat one! the fattest one here, right! of course!" this kid a sumo wrestler could toothpick.
"Let's chew our food a hundred times," someone decided. funny what reveals flavor, something as obvious and almost cliche as slowing down.