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What gets me happy? Watchin’ her trip over her own ego—priceless. Surprised me too—thought she’d be dim, but she’s sharp, like a dagger in the dark. Still, she’s a *whore*, innit? Sells her arse while I sell power. “We all feel a little sad sometimes,” Sadness’d say in the movie, but me? Nah, I feel rage—pure, burnin’ rage. She’s filth, struttin’ like she’s Joy, all sparkly and fake.

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Seven stories, including a couple of prizewinners, from an exuberantly talented young Thai-American writer. In the poignant title story, a young man accompanies his mother to Kok .

So, I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, but the café’s goin’ nuts. This one guy spills his drink all over the counter. I’m like, “Seriously, mate? It’s not a slip ‘n slide!” I grab some paper towels, and while I’m cleanin’ up, I hear this loud crash outside. I peek out the window on Main Street, and there’s a car accident. Just my luck, right?

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