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Unformatted text preview: The Kissing Fool by Amaranth [Soohyun’s story//sequel to The Bartender and the Beast] Prologue Throughout my childhood, I’ve always been a curious little boy. You know, the one that did things others never thought of doing, and didn‘t do the things that others were used to doing. Yeah, I was that type of kid that asked too many questions, played too many games and annoyed everyone that I came across. All in all, I was totally incapable of making the right decisions. Of course, there had to be a day when all of that changes. And that day was the day I discovered what a kiss really was. Don’t get me wrong. It wasn’t something I did, it was something I saw. I remember hiding in my uncle’s closet, waiting for my sisters to come looking for me because we were playing a game of hide-and-seek. Every other day, my uncle would be working late and I wouldn‘t have to worry about leaving his room early. However, that particular day was different. The truth was, I like spending my time in my uncle‘s room. It was like a whole new discovery for me. Almost like going on a treasure hunt without a map to guide me through. I spent most of my time searching for undiscovered treasures. They weren’t necessarily treasures, but at the time, that was what I liked to call them. Being only six years old, I really couldn’t tell which treasures were worth keeping and which were not. I found many things. Things such as cigars, cigarettes packs, older women’s undergarments, papers with scribbled writings on them, and if I was really lucky enough, I would leave the room with a few coins clutched between my hands. And those were the times when I knew I had succeeded in the hunt. Of course, there are some things which were hidden that were not meant to be found. My uncle’s magazines for that matter, was far beyond my comprehension. I often wonder why he had all of these magazines with semi naked or fully nude girls scattered under his bed. The first thought that came to mind when I settled my eyes upon them was ‘What is that?’ That was the mind of a six year old boy working. Don’t get me wrong. I was curious, but my curiosity had its limits. None of the pictures in the magazines interested me enough to get me looking twice. Instead I felt sick to the stomach. I don’t think I would be able to understand a person like my uncle. Things like that can corrupt a mind of a six year old boy. If I had been six years older things would be different, but let’s not get into that. Truthfully, I think my mind was corrupted already, considering all the would be different, but let’s not get into that....
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This note was uploaded on 04/18/2010 for the course CW 2719 taught by Professor 조규현 during the Spring '10 term at 카이스트, 한국과학기술원.
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