Resting back at my desk, I watched as the kids sitting at each of the different tables spoke to each other louder than necessary. Every Monday, it was the same chaos. They had to scream about their weekend activities as if they had just survived a war and needed to debrief their squad. I let them be. I couldn’t blame them—I also spent Sundays trauma-dumping onto Jiwoo over the phone about my latest failed attempt at romance.
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