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Hanna, 6 May,2014
"Unnie", l called her. "Hmm?" She hummed while reading a magazine. "I think l won't go tomorrow with you."

"Won't go where?"

"Busan."

She looked at me keeping down her magazine.

"Why?"

I gulped, and looked down.

I don't want to go. I will get to see him then. I don't want to stand in front of him, ever again.

Unnie looked into my eyes.

"You'll go with us there tomorrow",she said coldly, filled with warmness, trying to comfort my aching heart.

"But unnie-"

"Now go to bed. Off you go."

I sighed, while she spread the magazine in front of her eyes.

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