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... ought of bringing a hat. Not that she had one at home.
“You can’t cover it up,” Beomjin said.
“Don’t stick too close,” he added.
Beomjin, who had said his piece, quickly quickened his pace, pulling ahead. Junyoung let out a hollow laugh before slowly following him. As she rounded the corner to the alley, Beomjin was leaning against the wall, waiting.
There wasn’t a soul passing through the dim alley. Across from them, rows of motels lined the street.
“So, ...
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