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MTV is his favourite channel.
He'd been through all the movie channels with loud English, obnoxious English that was too quick and just, too loud and brash. He'd been through the sport channels that he never had care for, and the documentary channels that was good for sleeping to.
MTV. It has music. He never had to understand the language to love the music.
Whenever he walks past a Korean store, a Chinese store, he always pauses.
He wants to go in and chew on some gum, suck on a lolly or munch on some snacks.
When he's reaching for his wallet, foot already over the threshold, he wonders when they both felt started feeling like home.