Posted: 04/26/2012 1:59 pm Updated: 04/26/2012 1:59 pm
It is the first morning of May 1992, and the air outside my Koreatown apartment is acrid with lingering smoke. I gingerly wander through the neighborhood, hoping to find a place to buy a quart of milk.
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