I drew out the "Ham," lingered on the "me," and softened the clip of the "rick." I repeated the word, and with every slow joining of its three syllables, the fizzy taste of sweet licorice with a mild chaser of wood smoke flooded my mouth. A phantom swig of Dr. Pepper.

-Monique Truong

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