My Own Damn Game

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“Hey, are you Im Nayoung?” comes a voice from behind her. Nayoung stops in her tracks, turns, adjusts her book bag.

“Oh good,” the source of the voice says and the owner hurries up to her, hand outstretched, “So uh, can I buy you coffee or something real quick?”

Foreword

happy birthday~

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