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  • Me and my father were cooks for the emperor of china. It was sort of a relief to have him around, as my cooking skills were meager, to say the least. However, after a certain time we stopped making food pleasing enough for him and were going to be put down. On the blink of an eye, however, I was the cook of chairman Mao and had no idea where my father was.
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