There’s an East Asian man who runs a fruit and vegetable stand on a Manhattan street corner. When the weather is too cold or too hot he stays in his van, coming out only when there’s a customer looking over his produce. What he sells is rarely fresh. The eggplants are soft, the watermelons can be mealy, the bananas overripe. It’s as if everything is a d…
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