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::Making Grown Men Cry Since 1992
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I fly our single engine plane, low, into town, causing an ex-girlfriend to swerve on her bike. Our home now hosts a new, bad, Chinese restaurant. There is a neon sign out front. Our special is seaweed served in little packets. I note that "a neon sign does not a Chinese restaurant make."