Chapter-113
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BOMI: I sure love being sick. Cough
syrup comes in such fantastic flavours,
like limes at their own funeral-
NAMJOO, sniffling: The festering corpse of
a cherry-
EUNJI, with a fever: The broken hopes and
dreams of various berries-
CHORONG, trying not to sneeze: Sunshine
twinkling on the apocalyptic wasteland
of a post-nuclear war hellscape-
HAYOUNG, not even sick: Death.
NAEUN, watching from afar: why am I even here?
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