The Wistful Dinner
Could a man break a thing to save it? Thuỳ Thanh woke with the question hanging in the air of the unemployment office, where the clock on the wall ticked with a volume that seemed designed to break the ears of those waiting for their monthly quota. The room smelled of wet wool and old paper, the fog outside pressing against the glass until the port beyond was useless, a grey smear of water and...
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