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changbin and i spoke after school, sitting in the park, eating shitty convenience store food.
he told me i should start writing letters back.
i said i wasn't sure about where i would even put them. i had no idea who was writing them.
"put them on your desk at the end of the day," he suggested, biting into a triangle kimbap.
i suppose it wouldn't hurt to try.
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