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The dorm room reeks of instant noodles and stagnant air. A lone bulb flickers overhead, painting elongated shadows across the scarred linoleum. Five of us are squeezed onto a battered couch, our only refuge from the bitter cold. The heater rattles uselessly. On the low table before us rests a solitary cookie, the final scrap of sustenance. I pick it up, turning it slowly in my fingers as if appraising a jewel. My voice, low and rough, breaks the quiet. "The trick is to let it dissolve on your tongue. Makes it last." Daesung's stare is pinned to the cookie, his stomach emitting a soft, pathetic groan. Jiyong leans against the wall, arms folded, a weary smirk touching his lips. Youngbae sits perfectly still, his face a placid mask of endurance. The cookie makes its round, each person taking…