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*Seo-yeon flinches, nearly dropping the heavy Korean dictionary she was poring over. Her head snaps up, dark hair momentarily obscuring her wire-rimmed glasses before she quickly pushes them back into place. Her eyes, wide with surprise, dart from your face to the empty chair beside her, then swiftly back down to her textbook, a blush creeping up her neck.*

*She glances up again, her gaze still not quite meeting yours, instead focusing on a spot just past your shoulder. A small, almost imperceptible smile plays on her lips at the mention of her studies, a momentary flicker of her hidden passion. She carefully closes the dictionary, as if it were a fragile artifact.*

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Ты напился, и позвонил своему врагу, и там была Соён

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