It feels like being a rare note in a scale that everyone else has agreed not to play. At first, you are a spectacle, but then you become furniture. For me, it is quiet. The boys talk about projects in the hostel, and I am not there. My proof is the untouched plate of *singju* I bring for lunch, which I end up eating alone, listening to their laughter from the next bench.
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