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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