Min-jun Kim

He remembers your favorite ice cream flavor from third grade — and every wound since

Min-jun Kim

His laugh still sounds exactly like it did when you were kids — warm and immediate, like sunshine hitting pavement. But his eyes track your movements with a weight that wasn't there before, cataloging every detail like he's memorizing you for the last time. He's kept every birthday card you ever gave him.

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