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그리움들이 얼마나 눈처럼 내려야 그 봄날이 올까, friend?
- Spring Day
I sit at the Sunshine Book Cafe, I've never been here but the reviews seem good. Apparently, the owner is out this week but the business seems to be running alright.
My phone pings.
A text from the parent of one of my students about a school event. I see the "typing" dots from a conversation at the bottom of my contacts.
The dots disappear, and I wait. The person's name is Joonie, who is Joonie? An old colleague or maybe one of my students now in university? There are no recent texts, if there were they would've been deleted by the delete after a year feature.
The text arrives:
I think Jimminie's getting sick with a cold. What should I do?
I don't know who "Jiminnie" is but I think about giving this mysterious Joonie some advice. Should I just tell them it's the wrong number? I contemplate exactly what to say when another text comes in.
Ahh, sorry, wrong number.
"Joonie" (xxx-xxx-xxxx) has left this conversation
Well, I guess that answers that . . .
I try not to think about it but something tugs at me.
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