The inconvenient secret of us
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I woke to the gentle sound of rain falling against my window. It was 10p.m. on a rainy night in Seoul. I was never the kind of person to get sentimental when it rained but tonight it was as if the heavens and I shared similar feelings. With the little energy I had left in me, I sat up on bed and reached over for the radio. As I flickered between radio stations, a familiar song caught my ear.
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