mintyfox
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My grandfather was a hunter. Owner of a 76 cm-barreled shotgun. Korean champion. “Little rat, your ass is slow!” “Hurry up and ride, rat!” “Y-yes… sniff…” Friday, the ride home from school. The sky was clear, and the spring breeze smelled like cotton candy. We had legally escaped the Alcatraz prison ruled by Warden Jo the Inspector, and in the sun-drenched school parking lot we each hopped onto our rattling…-
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My dad was a boxer. 79 kg, light-heavyweight. Korea champion. “Traitor! Urgh……” “Murderer bastard! Lock this fucker in the underground dungeon!” “I-I’m Na-ro……” “No way……” Including me, the boxer’s son, all five of us were sitting in a circle by the pond behind the school at the moment. The pale-faced kid was squatting in the middle, sniffling and crying. We all pinched him, whacked his skull, jabbed his sides, and glared daggers. Na-ro sat there like a…
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