米 “Um… Geum-geum. Are you okay?” “What is there not to be okay about.” “No, it’s just…” “Why are you like this? If you’ve got something to say, don’t circle around—say it. Don’t whine like a dog that needs to poop.” As always, the reply blasted out like cool-water cologne, but Seol Bomi kept sneaking glances. She looked like she...
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