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throughout the seasons ⋆ when life gives you tangerines
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Ongoing, First published Apr 03
✿﹒i'll give you all my life, my seasons﹒⠀︵

  ⠀   ୭ৎ time passes, and yang myeong-suk grows
                from a small child to an adult, one tainted 
                and changed significantly by the seasons of
                her life

✿﹒FEMALE OC ╱ MALE OC ╱ ORIGINAL CHARACTERS ﹒⠀︵
         WHEN LIFE GIVES YOU TANGERINES (korean drama)  ノ


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