Suga
"Don't listen to him, no ghosts will get you,
but here's how you'll know for sure."
A tiny bowl of purple-black poridge
clinked down in front of me.
I lapped the lumps
of rice cake and sweet,
enjoying head pats
from my favorite Suga-nim.
"Eat all that—and you'll be safe."
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