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... ear, and in the bathroom, Beomjin was enduring a cold shower to leave the hot water for her. A faint smile played on her lips as she paced outside the door.
I want a sandwich.
Strawberry jam slathered generously, with scrambled eggs that only Kwon Beomjin could make.
A sandwich she hadn’t even thought of making since that day.
As she hummed a cheerful tune, the sound of the water stopped, and she instinctively ran her hand through her hair once more. Straightening ...
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