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I was watching a historical movie in the theater of a museum. It was grotesque. When I walked out, I ran into a girl who claimed to be my friend. I only remember how tall she was. She invited me to her grandmothers birthday party, which had the same massacre theme as the movie I had just seen. She said a guy there would be interested in me if I went, so I agreed. I remember that a few hours before getting ready, no idea why. I put silicone in my hair. I must have gone crazy. My father was already driving me to the party, but I told him I could not go because I was not ready. He got mad and turned the car around, saying I had to get ready quickly.

For some reason, we stopped in a small town full of Korean people. There were many cultural spots and restaurants. I asked a young Korean girl around my age to help me cut my hair while my father ate at a restaurant. She agreed to help. We were going to the dark forest nearby, but it was too hard to see, so instead we went to this strange fountain. It looked like it had little square pools, and when light hit the water, you could see a traditional image reflected on it. I decided to dip my head into the square with golden water. While I did that, my Korean friend secretly cut a few strands of my hair. When it dried, it looked straight and fluffy because she had forgotten that my hair was not Korean, but we laughed, and I told her not to worry

I remember this man eating golden ramen with peppers and chicken. I asked him for a taste, and it was delicious. In the end, I said goodbye to the Korean girl, and my father took me to the party, even though I still felt insecure because my hair looked weird after the cut.