A story about picking my roommate’s hand when I was in America.jpg

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(1)When I was in the U.S., my roommate came back from dinner one day, and it was obvious that this was a sudden delay in Korean expression
(2)I don’t know what they call these symptoms in the U
(3)I get indigestion often, so I can tell right away
(4)I don’t have any meds, I don’t know what to do with Sunday, and I don’t go to the hospital unless the Americans are dying
(5)I’ll show you the mysteries of oriental medicine, so you can trust me
(6)I tied my thumb with a thread, swept down my back, took out a needle, and disinfected it with a lighter, so I suddenly got a straight face and said, “What the heck! the first game-0
(7)What color is human blood?
(8)It’s red, dude
(9)Trust me. If I poke you with this needle now, you’ll get black blood. If you get red blood, you can sue me then. It doesn’t hurt. Don’t be scared
(10)And when I picked it, I thought I was half-believing that black blood came out as predicted, but after sweeping my back and burping, I guess I got a little more comfortable and suddenly became the eyes of a Native American who met a newspaper
(11)I can’t tell you because I don’t know the principle eitherShaking. Shaking

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