Insurgents
Wednesday, August 13th, 2008“Ondoru!” the sushi chef said abruptly. That’s his way of pronouncing my name. I’d just come to the sushi bar from an errand in the kitchen. He stood by the counter wielding a knife about two feet long with a heavy four-inch blade. He leveled it at me. “This is the kind of knife that’s good for kill people.”
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