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So, picture this: I’m cruisin’ the 6ix, late night, neon lights flashin’. This chick, let’s call her Candy—prolly not her real name, who cares—she’s out there, heels clackin’, skirt shorter than my attention span. She’s hustlin’, grindin’, tryna stack that paper. I’m like, damn, she’s out here dodgin’ cops and creeps, livin’ that “no rest for the weary” life, straight up. Made me kinda sad, fam—like, what’s her story? Was she a dreamer once? Shit’s deep, yo.

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Our Japanese basketball players have been sent home from the Asian Games in disgrace for allegedly paying prostitutes for sex.

Then, the real fun begins. I’m trying to connect this radio thingamajig, and the wires are a mess. I’m sweating bullets. I’m like, “Why is this so complicated?” I mean, I’ve done this a million times, but today? It’s like the universe is against me.

Sharon Hashimoto’s debut short story collection explores the intergenerational trauma of Japanese American incarceration through family distance