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This tiny Indian restaurant was lighted like some Christmas fanatic’s suburban mansion. Those bright, colorful blinking lights were almost seizu..
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“Is there anything you want for Christmas, mom?” I ask.
“Oh, nothing.” She says.
“Come on, I’m sure there&rsquo..
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Hey you, said Haylee, nudging at my side. From the kitchen, she passed me a plate of grilled shrimp with yellow rice, beans, pico de gallo and guacamo..
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Come look at this. Elena Said.
There was a big black smudge on the white wall. Finger prints?
The whole palm print is more like it. She said. A hint..
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He must've been a rookie cop. The leather clip on his gun holster was undone. The utility belt that the holster was on hung asymmetrically on his thic..
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I once saw a neighborhood kid jump off from the balcony of his second story house with two umbrellas- one in each hand. It was a bet. Of course, I be..
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Nathan's Hot Dog Eating Contest
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Not your ordinary party chit-chat
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The end of the world is brought on by cultural misunderstanding
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A New York subway story
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