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The first time I cried at my job as a front–of–house hostess, I was already four months in.
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The first time I cried at my job as a front–of–house hostess, I was already four months in.
Whenever I watch soccer with my mom at home, she sits with me at an arm's length away and deciphers aloud what’s happening on the screen. She doesn’t really care whether her comments are accurate. Her chipper narrations in Korean coagulate with the anxious English commentary of Saturday's Premier League game, and I dedicate an ear to each language.
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