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( ` there should be something odd about him standing in front of a cafe door with a bowl of cereal in hand. one does not typically take their own food to a place of business meant to feed. he pays little attention to the strangeness of it all and instead spoons more into his mouth, shouldering through the door. work has brought him here under strange circumstances and it’s with a grim face that he greets the person behind the counter ) 

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    ” A young woman that used to frequent this establishment died last night.
                       Jung Chaewon? Ring any bells? “

[’ Even before the customer came in, her carefully trimmed eyebrows perked up in confusion at his distinct… way of entering the cafe. The sudden question caught Tina off guard as she carefully scrutinised the suspicious tall male standing in front of her, not to mention, with a bowl of cereal in hand. Regardless, she pushed her side-thoughts to the side and drifted to the name Jung Chaewon. She half-wrapped her left arm around her thin waist and gently placed her right elbow atop of her left arm, cupping her chin with her hooked, petite index finger and thumb. After a moment, the image of the young lady returned to her and Tina’s features went from ponderous to despondency at the revelation of her death ] 
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Wait… How… she can’t be dead.  [’ She stuttered and her gaze returned to the male’s indifferent eyes. Her eyes narrowed at him and her voice turned stoic, though her voice shook slightly from sheer desperation to discredit his words ] I hope you’re not playing a prank sir.

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