He lies under the star-lit sky. The stars seem to call out to him like sirens. Come, come, come to me June. Come here and stay with me. They seem to whisper. He gasps at the sight of the milky sky, shimmering with light. Light that reminds the boy of a girl, named Sue. He decides to call her.
Hello?
Hey, how are you, it's me June.
Oh hi! Fine, how have you been doing?
Well, I'm in Junnam now, on a fieldtrip at work. Chilling under this korean pavillion a wondumak after a few sabals, bowls of makgullee. Great, I'm doing great.
Youre like a real younger sister to me
I don't know why I always speak of the future and wishes when I@m with you instead of those mundane every day topics.
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