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... the living room.
It was curled up like a turtle on the tatami mat floor and a blonde girl’s head was sticking out.
“How long are you going to do this, Heo Thunderson?”
“Until my clothes dry.”
He noticed a small bit of strength in her voice.
After he had returned, she had jumped into the futon and had been crying for about ten minutes now.
It had been plenty of time for him to realize what it meant for the washing machine to have entered the spin c ...
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