Fiction | June 01, 2009
Double Fish
Roy Kesey
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Finally I figured out [an angle] and give it to the extremely morose man who took money from my children whenever they wanted to catch goldfish in his sad little inflatable pool…. I thought about how teh clientele had changed in the past few years and about what that might mean for the city and the country and my character. I gave him an apartment in the building where my Mandarin teacher lived. Then I gave him a history and waited for it to come back and bite him in the ass, the way all our histories do.
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