Back in Seoul for the holidays.
So many Korean cheeks to pinch, the couple eating their matching toasted sandwiches, the two girls in hoodies with fuzzy bear ears, the grampa singing his way down Yongsan tunnel, the pink-outfitted girl with whiskers drawn on her two cheeks (During the literary translation class, I learned that in Korean, you must count cheeks as you describe them. Her cheeks cannot be rosy, it is always her two cheeks that are rosy!). 두 뺨 너 뺨 나 뺨!
Something to listen to on a bus:
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