[ His eyes popped open and he looked over his shoulder at David, frowning. That wasn't what he wanted to hear. His father had such a set idea in mind about everything that even a whisper about what he might not like had Yoon-sung tensing up. Of course, by this time the scarring was fading to look like it had been there for a while. Well. All but the angry one on his shoulder, which looked as if someone had self-treated a gunshot wound and had to get it reopened and restitched. ]
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[ His eyes popped open and he looked over his shoulder at David, frowning. That wasn't what he wanted to hear. His father had such a set idea in mind about everything that even a whisper about what he might not like had Yoon-sung tensing up. Of course, by this time the scarring was fading to look like it had been there for a while. Well. All but the angry one on his shoulder, which looked as if someone had self-treated a gunshot wound and had to get it reopened and restitched. ]
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