His Untold Lies
We drove to a small, low-key dive near the edge of campus known for serving cheap ramyeon and heavy bottles of soju—the perfect combination for numbing a disaster.
The waiter dropped off our order within minutes: two steaming ceramic bowls, two green bottles of soju, and a few small plates of kimchi. Before the noodles could even cool, the entire story spilled out of me.
'Bang!'
Miaree slammed her shot glass onto the table, nearly cracking the wood. "Are you insane? You just sat there and cried in the dark? You need to corner him, Kianna! He made a mess, and now he's too chicken to look you in the eye. Is he a real man or what?"
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