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It's only two dollars. " Pulling out three dollars from the back pocket of her jeans, she told me I had better be nice to her. "I need a new toothbrush. Mine is old. " "Blue, yellow, red, green, I don't care," she said, and stirred her stew. I thanked her, put on my shoes, and left. The hall of the apartment building was beginning to smell like fish and rotten beans. I ran down the stairs, pushed open the door, and skipped around Burning Rock Court two times playing duck-duck-goose with the parked cars.

I'm not a fake. Everything just got postponed, that's all. What's your problem? I just wanted to help out. I got a check plus on my homework. I know how to do it. I'll show you, if you come over," I said. "You come over," he said, as he took the last step and walked toward the exit. I paused at the bottom of the stairs. At the end of the hall—past the glass doors of the main office, past the bench with its vinyl cushions and metal legs, past the two pay phones, past the display case of origami birds, boats, and flowers made by the first graders—stood four doors side by side underneath the electric red exit sign that hung from the ceiling.

My stomach was full of hungry bugs, and the pictures made me want to go to the bathroom. I had never known these women were in the car with the four of us when we rode to the New Covenant Korean Church, to the dentist's office, to cabbage farms and radish fields, to restaurants and liquor stores. . Boris's mother called out from the window, and we looked up quickly. The pictures slid out of his hands to the floor, and Boris left the car without saying good night to me. As I watched him limp back to his mother, I was certain he would never ask to kiss me again.

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