The Man Who Feeds Them
David Chen checked his watch for the third time in four minutes. It was 7:42 PM on a Tuesday. His father was never late. His father was never early. His father existed in a temporal zone that existed outside of Manhattan time, a place where minutes moved at the speed of a man who had spent forty years teaching Chinese literature to students who rarely read the assigned texts. David parked in a...
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