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“Taeyong Oppa!” Yongmi slammed the door open. “Omo! What are you doing?”
Taeyong held my gaze for a moment longer, then rolled off the bed. “We’re coming,” he said in English.
“Stop coming and go help Omma!” Yongmi shot back with an eye roll.
I cackled. Full, witchy cackling. Taeyong’s siblings had an exemplary command of the English language and English slang.
