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╭ ╮ ━━━ " 📂 " ..⃗. ༉
𝙍 𝙊 𝙈 𝘼 𝙉 𝘾 𝙄 𝙉 𝙂
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! chapter eighty-eight ─── ʚĭɞ
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Having pulled Seojun up off of the floor, Miyeon led them through to the main living area, pulling one of the least heavy boxes that had been sat on her couch (which was made of a wonderful sage velvet) for a number of hours, waiting to be unpacked as she pushed her way through the other areas of her studio apartment.
"It looks good." Seojun said, his eyes grazing over the mostly unpacked kitchen area, then around at the other cardboard boxes. "Well as good as an apartment can look whilst half of it is still in boxes."
"I'm going to be busy tomorrow." Miyeon crossed her arms over her stomach, surveying what she still had to do, in her hand was the glass that had once been filled with water for Seojun. "Do you want anything else? Another glass of water, or something to eat considering you puked your guts out in my downstairs toilet."
