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The Rushers of Din-SumThe Rushers of Din-Sum
by Plato Voltaire
"So, is there anything I can do to persuade you fine jade maidens to stay?" asked the little old Chinese man that operated a Fat Panda Chinese Food franchise in Memphis, Tennessee, circa 2009.
"We've had it, Mr. Sèzhītú," said Jocelyn Wilcox, her southern accent making the pronunciation of her employer's name a treat for the ears. "This is the last night for me and Ramona as Fat Panda employees. With all the unwanted attention we're getting we can't do our jobs properly as delivery drivers."
"You can work the counter full-time instead, and I can increase your salaries by 40%," the o
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Rusticating in his private beachhouse on Antigua, one Mr. Ben Bigguns nursed an iced tea on the shaded porch while watching the antics of bikini-clad women attempting to play volleyball. It wasn't the wind or sun that hampered their efforts, but their new buxomness. Having a pair of fleshy basketballs on one's chest, in of itself a wonderful thing, did interfere in the delivery of serves and powerful spikes, not even mentioning one's balance on sand.
One of the women approached Bigguns, her bikini strings hugging her breasts tight like rubber bands around a newspaper. "You wanted to see me, Sir?" s
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It was a bleak sky that greeted Nancy and Jordan as they prepared the diner for the daily influx of customers. Given the slate-colored clouds, it could either be a cold rain or an inch or two of unwanted snow. Last week Nancy banged up her elbow when she slipped on some ice while shoveling, so she hoped for the former. Owners of Earnest Eats, the two women expected the rest of the employees to arrive within half an hour. The two cooks, the women's husbands, arrived with them, prepping the kitchen for everything from salads to 8-ounce steaks.
Nancy and Jordan, after serving
Every Angel Deserves a Child"I can't feel the unfurling of my wings, Daddy."
I was not her father. I had entered her life when she was two years old, and she called me Daddy since she never knew her real father. Her mother's death two years ago made me the sole, living parent of an eleven-year-old, and I never felt like I was the right person for the job.
"What do you mean, Asrin?"
"Mom always said that when puberty started I would be the swan that emerged from the ugly duckling. She said I would be able to fly gracefully towards my dreams. But, I don't feel it."
As much of a woman as she was becoming, she was still a child. I wanted to answer her question, but I really had a hard time discussing her blossoming womanhood in the middle of a laundromat. Her pretty eyes were pleading with me, but I told her we'd talk later.
Janet had told Asrin a lot of things before she succumbed to the cancer. The last week or so of Janet's life were morphine-induced fantasy, I think.
Janet and I had met during c
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