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... sen to our throats, suffocating us slowly.
The lives of the refugees I saw in Incheon were miserable.
One could hardly call it living—just existing.
Their basic needs, even their very fates, were entirely dependent on a government whose leaders were barely identifiable.
Recently, there’s been a small change in the cities: they’ve started providing a mysterious nutrient porridge instead of the cockroach-colored nutrition bars.
Apparently, it tastes better a ...
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