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At the Cleveland Airport, I was trying to decide between sandwiches or "Chinese". The Manchu Wok man excitedly beckons me to look remarking, "I see you."

by Thuy T.

Cleveland — At the Cleveland Airport, I was trying to decide between sandwiches or “Chinese”. The Manchu Wok man excitedly beckons me to look remarking, “I see you.” I caved and ordered my usual. He asks me where...

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