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Writer 최고관리자 Date 26-05-03 11:52 Hit 11 Comment 0

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It is inside a vehicle. It looks like the inside of a truck with a spacious cargo area.

I am holding the hands of two female classmates.

- "Which high school did you go to?"

- "I went to Digital High School..."

These two girls are classmates from the same department at my university.

For some reason, I am holding their hands tightly.

I feel a bit awkward, but they don't seem to mind much.

I feel a little fluttery and attracted to them, yet I am also a bit self-conscious.

- "Then let's study subject OO."

We decide on a topic to study in the back of the truck.

We decide to study the subject she studied at Digital High School.

Come to think of it, it seems we aren't even thinking about going to university.

Come to think of it, the girls holding hands are my college classmates...

I decide not to go to college and instead study subjects related to the high school the girl graduated from...

..

I have finished getting ready.

I am waiting for someone.

I finish setting the table and wait.

A middle-aged man comes in from over there.

I instinctively know that I was waiting for that man.

I signal to him.

Then, the man goes to the reserved table and sits down.

Ah, so this is a restaurant. I was waiting for the man over there, who came with his wife.

There are three reserved seats.

The tables are covered with white tablecloths.

There were about 10 tables inside the restaurant,

and one or two groups were sitting in the back, so it wasn't busy yet.

The man, who originally intended to sit at the reserved rectangular table,

sits at a round table slightly towards the center.

"Since we paid 500,000 won for treatment today, let's eat something delicious."

The child's father speaks loudly.

Holding up the memo regarding the treatment, the father speaks.

This is the memo detailing the child's medical treatment.

"Originally, I should have given you the voice record as well..."

"I should have attached a GPS tracker and a voice recorder here."

"Stop it." His wife tries to stop him.

It seems this family of three received medical treatment because their child was injured due to someone else's fault.

They are the victim's family.

However, it appears the perpetrator's side provided only minimal treatment.

After receiving treatment, they stopped by the restaurant they had booked here.

2.

My younger sibling goes down below the road.

"How did you get down?"

"There is a spiral staircase here."

Hearing my sibling's words, I head toward the stairs by the side of the road.

The spiral staircase leads downwards.

As I descend the stairs, a stream comes into view. It is a wide riverside. The water is shallow.

I stand in front of the riverbank. And I look at the fish swimming around.

"Fish, come this way. Come out this way."

Just as I think this,

a fish about the length of my palm swims toward the water's edge.

Then it jumps out of the water,

and crawls across the gravel ground toward me.

"Oh, this actually works!" I am a little fascinated.

I think again.

"Fish, come out this way."

A fish of similar size swims toward the water's edge again,

jumps out of the water, crawls across the ground, and comes right up to my feet.

I carefully pick up these two fish with my hands.

And I place them back into the shallow stream flowing nearby.

If the water flows down there,

it will merge into the main stream where they lived earlier.

There is no need to hold them.

....

My younger sibling and I are there.

My sibling is fighting with a police officer. I run over quickly.

My younger sibling knocks the police officer down.

And climbs on top of him.

I also run over quickly to help.

However, I don't think I should hit the officer in the face because it will leave a lot of marks.

I don't think I should hit him too hard because it will leave a wound.

I climb on top and think for a moment.

I should hit him without leaving a mark.

...

I drive on a road at a high altitude.

It is a road located high up in the mountains.

I pass through a tunnel.

There is a fork in the road to the left.

I just need to exit here.

My path is set.

The car speeds along exhilaratingly.

There is no traffic jam.

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