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dinner fantasy

“Please tell me your dinner fantasy,” I told Ming. “Ok, dinner fantasy.  So there’s this table.  And Bunny is at one end of it.  He has a napkin tucked around his neck.  And then there’s you, at the other end of the table, with a fork…” “Where’s you!?” I asked. “At the other end of… Read More »

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“Did you crush the garlic?  Did you tell it it would never amount to anything?” I asked Ming. He was standing by the bed, eating a carrot.  I was lying on the bed with my feet on two pillows, in the half-dark.  “Yes,” he said. “Did you chop the carrots?” “Yes.” “Did you slice the… Read More »