Gyoza
By paborama
Thu, 09 Nov 2017
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She glances at me as I wet my fingertips, smoothing the pastry’s edge, tucking and pinching as I go. Her hair black; smile scarlet and rude. Six gyoza go in every box; she gets one extra. I tell her she can pay me back over wine. Love ensues.
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