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There’s a Chi­nese restau­rant that my office mates and I fre­quently dine at called The China Buf­fet. The owner, a short and stocky man with pierc­ing eyes, runs the place like a spit-polished fac­tory keep­ing his wary eye on his employ­ees, mak­ing sure every (…)

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