Life, Once Again!

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“Here we go.”

I greeted the children and left the classroom. You carry your bag on your shoulders and take the stairs down. Through the chaos of the lower school hours, the floor outside the school gate walked straight to the bridge in front of the school. She said she would wait at the house of raw fruit juice on the other side of the bridge. Across the bridge, she arrives in front of the shop, puts her sitting by the window in her eyes and goes inside.

“You're early. ”

The floor sat down and said. Of course I thought she was in uniform, but she was in uniform.

“It's our opening anniversary. You didn't tell me that before? ”

"Wouldn't I remember if I told you?"

"You might forget."

"Unfortunately, I'm quite proud of my memory. I'll never forget it if you tell me."

"Oh, yeah, you're the best."

"Did you know you have a good boyfriend?"

"Just like that."

She raised her fist.

“Do you want something to drink? ”

The floor asks, placing the bag on the side chair. She said, "Strawberry juice," small. I placed an order at the counter and returned to my seat.

“You're interviewing me tomorrow? ”

“Huh."

“You're shaking.”

“The interview itself is fine, but I feel compelled to pay attention to the surroundings. ”

“Should I not have come today? ”

She snatches away the playful smile. The floor shrugs.

“Ring, you did it. ”

Her finger was pinned with a rabbit-shaped ring I gave her last year. She covers the ring with her bare hands, but I've seen it all.

“It looks good on you. ”

“... isn't it infantile? ”

“I like being cute. ”

“Well, is that so? ”

She removes her covered hand again. The floor returns with juice from the counter. It's getting hot. I like the cold drops of water on the glass.

“Are you here to cheer me on? ”

“I'm not.”

Having a sip of wine in both hands, she looks happy. A satisfactory smile that spreads calmly. Just looking at me eases my daily fatigue. She narrows her glance to see if you can feel the floor staring.

“Don't look at me like that. ”

“Why?”

“It's weird.”

“What's wrong with me seeing my girlfriend? ”

“Ugh.”

She flicks her fingers and slaps the floor on the forehead. If you're going to make fun of her any longer, we might as well listen to the nagging, so let's call it a day. I took a look and drank the strawberry juice in front of me. The combination of carbonation and strawberries is quite good. Sometimes I have to use it.

“Let's get out of here when you're done. ”

I heard him say that he had found a good shop while drinking a sip. She puts her bag on her thigh and makes a stand.

“Have you finished drinking already? ”

“Huh? Huh. ”

It was a juice filled with over 400 ml of glass. Drinking it all in one fell swoop. It was not like her to talk for more than an hour with a glass of juice.

“I still have this much left. ”

He showed me the glass that was full. She frowns and opens her mouth.

“Drink up. ”

“What's the rush today? ”

“Don't talk nonsense, hurry up. ”

She pours half the juice into her empty cup and quickly drinks it. I drink it well. I wanted to ask why the floor did it, but I had to drink the juice quietly as soon as I saw the way she looked at me. She rises from her seat in fear of placing an empty cup.

“Let's go.”

“Where?”

“Follow me.”

Her hand tugs at the collar, terrified of grabbing the bag next to her. The floor gazes at her curiously, hurrying as if she was being chased by something.

“Is something wrong? ”

“Uh, nothing. ”

Come on. I'm stuttering. I couldn't help but notice her embarrassed expression, but her pace was unbroken. I crossed the street and crossed the traffic light into the main street. Where all the nearby high school students gather. I swiftly moved my feet along the floor as I squeezed through the crowd in uniform.

“I'm going somewhere.”

“It'll be quick.”

She takes a step, hiding her destination. Like a girl enjoying a little secret, the floor smiled. After arriving at the permanent store, she hesitates amongst the fancy signs and walks to the store in color. She opens the door automatically. The floor raises its head and looks at the signboard. It was a place for casual suits.

"Suit?"

Once inside, she starts walking on one side with a guide from the store manager who approaches. The floor looked through the suit on the side of the window. A strange smile came to my mind when I was new at work. At that time, feelings such as tension, fear, and excitement rose from one corner of my heart.

“What are you doing?"

It was her who approached me one day.

“If you get a good job at a good company later, will you get dressed? ”

“What are you talking about? ”

She tugs at the floor's ear slightly. The head turns a little, and there's a tie lined up.

“Come here. ”

The floor in front of the full-length mirror stares at the tie she brings.

“Does this color suit you? ”

She said with a blue tie against the floor. However, I put the tie I have in my hand to make sure I don't like it. She tilts her head looking at the other tie.

The floor sees a waitress standing a little distance away smiling happily, covering her mouth. I would have laughed. It's fun for her to choose a tie, and waiting isn't bad, but she decides to intervene a little.

“A necktie for me? ”

“Yeah, I'm the only one who got it. I thought a tie would be nice since I have an interview tomorrow. Suits and shoes are expensive. ”

“I don't wear a suit for an interview. ”

Then she looked at me as if to say something. You look a little dazed.

“Let's get dressed for the role you want. If you're hiring a social novice, the suit is right, but the role I want is a gangster. ”

“Really?"

The tie in her hand sags to the ground. The sagging tie is a reflection of her mood.

“But……. ”

The floor quickly grabbed a tie in her eye from the color she had chosen.

“You'll need it someday, so taking it now won't be a bad idea. No, I'd rather take it now. Lucky charm, I guess. ”

What the floor was holding was a tie with a deep blue stripe pattern. The most OK patterns and colors. She looks at her tie and shifts and nods.

“This could work. I'm a little bored.”

“It's good to be bored with ties. ”

The floor stands in front of the mirror with a tie. It's been a long time since I felt silk. I will work diligently as a child to taste this sensation that slips as my fingers slip.

I try to tie a tie around her neck, but I see her staring into the mirror.

“Tie me up.”

The floor turned and said. I leaned forward and smiled. She takes a step back, bewildered.

“Why should I? ”

“You said you'd buy it. You should do something like this. ”

“ ……. ”

“Do it. You followed me around today. ”

If she had been a little colder, she would have noticed that the guest had preached, but the floor didn't give her any room. Besides, I don't think she hates it when she doesn't actively refuse. You're just ashamed. She turns her head to locate the clerk and steps forward.

“What should I do? ”

“At your discretion.”

Her slender hands grip the ends of her tie. At first, she was ashamed, but then she focused. She does a lot of research, looking forward and backward. The floor calmly waits for a sign of loving concern caught in the forehead.

About three minutes ago.

“…… This can't be it, right? ”

She said with her hands off. I looked in the mirror, saying, "Where's the floor?" The tie was definitely tied. It was just that the shape was severely deteriorating.

“Well done on the first try. I'm good with my hands."

The floor loosened its name-tailored tie in an odd direction. And he made a tie knot with a relaxed hand. Now all you have to do is pull it.

“Hold this little bit and pull. ”

She carefully extends her hand and pulls on the tie. A slight tightening sensation in the neck. The tie was a symbol of the angles for the fight. I was paid to wear this and feed my family, avoiding the total baptism of blame and the bomb of incapacity.

“Why are you so hung up? ”

She gives you a long face.

“You'll be able to do it when you're my age. ”

“Just say something, Naita. ”

Hmph, she sneezes and grabs the tie. She reaches out to the cashier. The floor covered the store with ready-to-wear clothing and walked to the counter.

“50,000 won.”

“50,000 won?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, yeah. ”

She smiles awkwardly and pulls out her purse. It looks like it exceeds the expected amount. The floor decides to take out the wallet instead, but I've decided to stand by today. Her pride is very strong. If you're not asking for help, you'd better stay calm.

Thankfully, I didn't run out of money. But her wallet, which had taken out 50,000 won, was empty.

‘That was too much.’

The cashier handed you a tie in a paper bag. She takes the bag and hands it to the floor.

“Use it well. ”

“Don't worry, I'll use it for the rest of my life. ”

“Then I've got business to attend to. Let's go. You said you have to leave for Seoul early tomorrow morning. ”

The floor follows her out of the store. Outside, the sun was drenched in the light by that door. The street lamps lit up, and the signs of the permanent store began to glow. Plans were swirling all over the place, announcing last minute or last minute carryovers.

She walks out in the middle of the clothing store with her backpack. I often paused to see if I found something I liked, but I didn't stay long. As she tried to get out of the store so casually, she stopped in front of the store. Her eyes were fixed on a poorly crafted wooden pole. It seemed to be looking at the shoes that were on the bar. One step closer to looking at Goode. Following his gaze, there was a pair of pleats. Apricot shoes with droplet beads on the nose. The price was 30,000 won.

Her hands reach for the bag, but soon she flinches and turns away from it. The floor remembers the shoes as if nothing had happened.

“You can take the bus here. ”

The bus approaches, and she gets on the bus waving her hands. The floor sees the bus riding her drifting away as it emits a thin smoke, sticking its hand in her pocket and turning back toward the grocery store.

“Ma'am.”

The floor lifts up the fleet she was looking at. Inside, she jumped out.

“Yes, student. What can I get you?”

“Wrap this up for me. ”

“Oh my, who's it for? ”

He took the money out of his wallet and answered in a low voice.

“I'm sick and tired of this woman. ”

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Mers is a mess.

Young adults can get hurt, but they say it's okay to be good, but they say it's dangerous.

When you go out and come back, make sure you keep your hands, gargles, and avoid it.

Phew, it's such an early summer to hang out.I 'm so sorry I can't make it.

Referrals, always appreciated.

Thank you for your coupon. Thank you for your help.

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