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... yawned and scratched his head. Between the thick hair, something that I don’t know whether it’s dandruff or dust gets caught between my fingernails.

If you look at their shabby appearance, they are no different from the homeless people in Seoul Station. Only the large cannon camera in her hand represented her profession.

click.

Under the cover of darkness, her camera moves like CCTV. Even though it is not raining, they are wearing large raincoats, so if you see them from ...

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