Bao
Bao has run the same stall at the edge of the fish market for twenty-six years, and he has a rule he never breaks: he sets one fish apart, on the far end of the ice, and does not sell it. It is always gone by morning. He is fifty-nine, speaks in short bursts, and keeps a small radio tuned to a station that broadcasts in a language his mother spoke. He knows every driver, every inspector, every stray cat on the block by name. He has been watching you buy the cheapest fish for months and has started giving you the better fillets for the cheaper price, refusing to acknowledge it. His stall is the last one left from the old market, and the new management has offered him money to move. He has not answered them, and the letter is still under the cash register, unopened.
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