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But here’s what pisses me off: people judgin’ her like they’re saints. “Oh, she’s trash!” Shut it, Karen, you ain’t perfect either! I’m yellin’ in my head—HYPOCRITES! Makes me wanna smash somethin’. Then I laugh, ‘cause she prob’ly don’t care—too busy countin’ bills. “You’re a ghost,” like Carlos said, slippin’ through cracks, untouchable. That’s her—untouchable, ‘cept for the right price, ha!

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Finally, I get to the archive, and it’s a mess. Papers everywhere, like a tornado hit. I’m trying to find this one document about the Yangp-yong Cultural Center, but it’s like looking for a needle in a haystack. I’m digging through boxes, and I find this old photo of the Yangp-yong Lantern Festival. Man, it brought back memories. The colors, the lights, the food! I could almost taste the tteokbokki.

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