Life, Once Again!

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“Is this better, or is this better? ”

The sea between the two confections, which was happily troubled, was chocolate-flavored confectionery. There, I bought cone ice cream to bring to my brother and came out. The cold breeze makes my body tingle. There was a man who was pushing his bicycle from the other side of the road as he stepped away, saying he had to go back quickly. It was a sleek bike.

“Huh!"

The sea makes a sound without even knowing it. No, I don't know him very well, but I do know his face.

The man who pushes his bicycle looks at the sea. First you tilt your head, and then you're like, "Oh.” Make a sound.

“Was it Maru's younger brother? ”

“Yes. You're still you, right? ”

“Huh."

The man saved himself with a fancy heresy kick when he was about to be handcuffed by a punk in Myeong-dong. Robbery, a friend of my brother's.

Myeong-dong was so busy and I couldn't even say hello because my brother asked me to go quickly.

“Thank you at that time. ”

“What. I just wanted to beat it. ”

“Do you live around here? ”

“No, I'm meeting a friend. ”

“My brother? ”

“No.”

It was a short cut. This person is saying something to thank you, but is still uncomfortable with conversation.

“Here we go.”

“Oh, yes. ”

Slide the bicycle to the side. He is a fierce eyed person, and his personality is very cold. The sea that was about to return home looked back. My mother always emphasized something. If you get help, it's better to return the favor. The sea quickly went into the store and bought a hot beverage that was handheld and ran to him.

“There it is! ”

I gave bottled drinks to Duk looking at me. Let's pretend that this is what people do. As I turned around, one hand reached up over my shoulder. The sea looks back again at the knuckleheaded finger.

“I hate red ginseng. ”

It was like throwing a jar of bottles as if dealing with a nuisance. The sea shocked and reached out and grabbed the bottle.

“Just drink it. I mean, thank you.”

“Drink up. ”

Lightly kicks the ground and lightens the pedal on the seat. It suddenly turned into a dot and disappeared. The sea shoved its lips out and put red ginseng drinks in a plastic bag.

“Don't eat it! Haha! ”

* * *

I kept staring at the letter unfolding on my desk while resting. What should I say? When I read the first letter I received from my sister, I was able to write without a hitch. Being unfair, being disappointed, being naughty, hating. The emotion that was pushed out like a bot exploded was transferred onto the paper. Strangely, every time I pressed each letter down and wrote it, I felt like the scraps of emotion that had been turned on and piled up were being swept away. The first letter that was completed was sent to my sister, and this time the second letter came.

And a second letter. It's hard to write this time. It wasn't that big of a deal I wanted for my sister. I had been in terrible rehabilitation since I was a kid, but I wasn't angry about it. He was the one who made fun of me at the time, and I didn't want to leave all the responsibility to my sister. I was angry because I didn't have any contact. If you had just come and listened to me, I would have thought that 10 years ago.

But she chose to leave the house. He ran away, avoiding the mom who blames him, avoiding the dad who looked at him pitifully. Elementary school life with rehabilitation mechanisms. During gymnastics, I always had to sit on the cold floor and watch, and I had to come home to see the backs of the kids who were going to play. The lonely person who could not fit in was ridiculed naturally, and I had never laughed in school until the fifth grade of elementary school.

Afterwards, I was safely rehabilitated and began riding my bike according to the teacher who said building living muscles would help my health. I had fun doing exercises that I hadn't been able to do in a long time, so I ran for a long day. Surprisingly, my body was quick and tall. And in middle school, I got to hang out with kids who said they were having a little fun when they were lonely. I'm excited. I like being bullied more than I like being bullied.

Until then, I finally heard the Sharp. If the first letter was a nugget of emotion, let's write a decade of my life. The 10 years you didn't know.

It was time to write the word in the first paragraph.

Tuck, there's a bottle on the corner of the desk. A red ginseng drink surrounded by orange bands. I've seen it somewhere. I looked up at the child with the bottle.

“Delivery.”

The floor is smiling.

“Delivery?”

“Yesterday, my little brother was a pain in the ass. I gave it to you, but I didn't get it. ”

“Ah.”

“Are you allergic to ginseng? ”

“No, I just don't like it. ”

“Then drink it. Don't you feel sorry for that little girl? ”

The floor opens the lid and pushes forward. I sighed and got sick because I knew it was a stubborn floor in a strange place. I drank quickly and gave an Empty Bottle to the floor.

“You got it?"

“Thank you, but is that a letter to you? ”

I covered the letter with my palm. I know that the floor is appreciative and trustworthy, but I don't want to show you the letter inside. It's pretty embarrassing to be exposed to raw emotions.

“Write it down. I'll pass it on. ”

“Yes."

“Sujin's sister received your letter and was relieved. I like it.”

“ ……. ”

The floor shows a fluffy smile. I've heard of it lately, but the person became softer. I can't really pick it up and say it, but I can see it in my face or voice. I can't find anything that feels like I'm being chased by someone from time to time. Something happened to the floor, too.

“Oh, my dad asked me if I was going to work on the winter break. ”

“I'm afraid I'll have to pass. Something's come up.”

“Really? My father will be disappointed. I think you're looking forward to it. ”

“Tell him I'll see him soon. ”

The floor returns to its place with an empty bottle. The one who opens the book in his seat. Suddenly, I think like this. I wonder what would have happened if I hadn't met him. Maybe it's time to get kicked out of school.

I turned my eyes to the letter and began to write again. By the end of lunch time, I was able to shoot the last dot. All you have to do now is tell me, but I don't want to let go of the fan.

At the very least, I shook my head and put one more sentence behind the dot.

‘I don't hate going to school because I have good friends. ’

* * *

“I want to date a girl! ”

“I knew you'd say that. ”

As soon as the last lesson was over, he shouted. In the last class, a well-spoken electronic logic teacher shared his first love story. Even though the story sounded so delicious, even though the class bell rang, they didn't let go of the teacher.

“Is spring day coming for me too? In a man's field like this, or worse than this? ”

“Where's the dew?”

“... Why did he come out of there? ”

Look at this. I just stabbed it once because it was supposed to be dewless, but the reaction is intense.

“Confess like a man if you like. Like Tae Joon.”

Tae-jun, who survived the cookbook event, became in love with Soyeon as she wished. It was the birth of a couple of theaters. Thanks to this, Dojin seemed to have a 'twisted intestine’ Solo disease when a couple of people saw it, but now it looks like a sergeant, not a Solo disease.

“Don't you like the dew? ”

“Not good! She's pretty! ”

“What's your personality?”

“Good boy! Cute! ”

“I don't think cute is in character, but it doesn't matter. You like him anyway. ”

“No, not necessarily. What the fuck are you talking about? ”

“You said you wanted to be with a girl. The answer is to be close. ”

“…… Is that so? ”

“Me?”

“Yes. You and I are both fat.... ”

It was then that the phone on the floor cried. The floor holds up its index finger and puts it in its mouth. My mouth is full of chatter.

“Hello?"

- Is that a cell phone?

“That's right. You'd know it if you heard it. ”

I thought the phone sounded a little off.

It was Eugene who called. I was going to ask you about something. Dodge rushes in. Hungry man looks at the bread for days. I looked at it with my eyes wide open. I'm raising my ears right next to him.

-Hello?

“Uh, tell me. ”

The floor saw a flurry of tears. From his mouth he said, "You traitor.” I think the word is going to pop out.

- Do you have a script?

“There is.”

- Then there's the bad 2-3 on page 27.

The floor closes its eyes slightly and opens. The script is already in your head. Page 27. This is after the captain is beaten by a bad boy. The scene where Iron and Slummy come in half and ask what's going on.

- Give me that line right there.

“What?"

- I'm just not feeling it. I'm trying to get a sense of what you're gonna do and how I'm gonna feel.

The floor pushes the dodge to the side and draws a scene in my head. Cheoljin, who envied the captain, tried to get to know the captain, but he was wrong because he was two people who envied each other and envied each other. In that situation, the captain tries to get along with the bad boy, but is ignored and beaten. What about the heart of Iron Jin who saw that scene? Maybe they'll sue.

“Captain, he's a little strange. Pretending to be close to you guys all of a sudden. ”

He said with a grimace. The doppelganger next to him tilted his eyes and said, "What? I ask.

- Yeah, that kind of talk. I changed the lines a little bit.

“Maybe after one fight. Jealousy would have been bigger. You're gonna want to mess with the captain. It's time to weave a board, and there's a girlfriend next to it. You're gonna want to freak out. ”

- Was he a character like that? Wasn't she round?

“You're the one who always thinks you're lonely. But didn't the commander, who was always sticking around with a small group of friends, reach out to a small group of his friends and feel both uncomfortable and uneasy? I think so. So I made a few changes. ”

- Oh, yeah. You're pretty good?

“Pretty good. Is it done?”

- No, I don't.

“What?"

- Maybe you should practice it with your face.

“Then I'll see you tomorrow. ”

- Okay, did you write that in the script?

“Roughly.”

- Can you show me?

“There's nothing I can't show you. ”

- Okay, I'll see you tomorrow. Good work, boyfriends.

The phone has been disconnected. 'Boyfriend’ is the nickname for when Sadie calls her iron in the play.

“You bastard! ”

“Come on. ”

“Are you the only one getting out? Are you the only one getting out of solo? What about me? ”

“I was just trying to get a line on the play. ”

“You said boyfriend!”

“Ha.”

How do I keep this feverish child calm? The floor slaps the blade of his hand on the collar. It was a backward thrust with a creak.

“The thirsty dig their own wells. I hope you don't have an aphorism. ”

“...... Where's the well? ”

“Somewhere.”

“Erich!”

It was a floor with a script that ignored the luminous flux.

* * *

“One drink.”

The day when no smile comes. After finishing the run, Junghyuk calls the floor while taking a short break. When I asked if I could talk to you for a minute, the floor came out.

“I'd like to hear your answer now. ”

“You mean the deputy director? ”

“Huh."

“I don't think I fit in. ”

“I see. I'm sorry I put so much pressure on you. ”

“I have someone I'd like to recommend instead. ”

“Who?”

“A colonel. He'd be good for it. He's more passionate about theater than anyone else. I'm sure the other kids would understand. ”

“Well, I think so, too. Maybe there's a part of you that needs to curl up when you come in. ”

“You're thinking about cornerstones. ”

“I've been thinking a little deeply lately, and I'm better at acting than anything else. I have a dream for an actor. He's not a sloppy participant, so I'll leave him to it. And, you know, it's just perfect for weighing. ”

Stone cubicles and round balls.

A deputy director who needs to establish order is a stonework rather than a ball.

“Near stones are fine. But I'm a little worried about the responsible side. ”

“The second graders are also talking about it. Actually, I can leave it to you guys, but there's a tradition. There's a lot of people around here.I 'll have to pick one of the two. ”

“Or what about the crust? First of all, I'm good at killing my subordinates. ”

“And we'll play together. You know it when Yoon Jeong sees it. That's what I'm talking about. ”

It was an understandable comparison at once.

“Anyway, I get what you mean. Let's go inside.”

“Yes.”

Director, the reason you refused is simple.

It is better not to use useless combat.

And observing the scroll is inappropriate.

“How's the play going? ”

“I'm practicing, but I wonder if it's going well. I have a headache because I can't even handle two. ”

“You don't have the skills. Good luck, you know. You've got more than ten actors working in the field. You, the cornerstone, and the colony. In case you don't know, maybe you'll make a great actress like the top brass. ”

“I hope so. Make some money for it. ”

“Good.”

Foot, two people entered the auditorium with their untidy smiles.

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Hahaha.

You're all living the same dream as me.

It's a dream to order a set menu.

We'll have to do it later.

And the chef said, "Hey, that's not unusual." You may think.

March.

It's open season.

Make a good new friend and get along well.

Finishing! Recommended! Press! Smile at recommendations! Best regards,

Coupon! Thank you! Thank you for eating!?

Completed:

Pharynx

PS.

Hehehe, I'm a terrible person, but I'm hiding my skills. Hehehe. When this Black Flame Dragon erupts, hehehe... How about this kind of novel? Do you like it?