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"Cut," the director shouted through a loud speaker. He walked to the young actress named Jiujiu who had rode through a street on a bicycle. "Your ride is not so much in a hurry than in earnest. Remember all the troubles you went through to get your mom treated. Your love and worry for her is reaching a breaking point."

The coffees were long cold, and they, mother and daughter, stared at the cold mugs placed on soft pads on the table, tired and speechless. A car, turning around the street corner, beamed its headlight into the dim-lit coffee shop. Their faces were illuminated and receded into shadow again.

So Mr. Pei got married. The marriage status certainly mattered among his friends, for before they had called him Little Pei and now they called him Old Pei. Man is not a man until he got married and then he turned into a dray horse--this of course was uncovered to him later. At the this moment Mr. Pei was quite happy with his family life.

AT three o'clock in the afternoon of a fine spring day in 2008, a young man of about twenty was toiling up the staircase of a six-story building. He was shabbily dressed, shuffling his down-trodden leather shoes at each turn of the flight. At last he reached the very top floor, breathless and perspiring. On his right, a door half-opened to a small, dark passage.

Dinner was almost done, and the final round of nice pies and fried fish virtually untouched. My stomach was full, my eyes still hungry, and my soul continued to savor the dishes I couldn't devour. Then came Xia Ren, the house cook to ask Old Shang, my host, what he would like for tomorrow's dinner. The cook was a women in her forties with a pretty face and long narrow eyes.

THE ARTISTIC

Wu was a good doctor or everyone said so, but maybe too good a doctor that his wife, Mimi, thought such singularity of goodness had crowded everything out. She had the impression that he was full of life in his white overcoat, but appeared lifeless as soon as he stepped out of it. Yes, he came home each evening, but did so like a specter with no body mass.

THE BLOCKED
X Drew Liu

THE BROKEN
By X Drew Liu

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