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he walked into his house later that day
eating a cookie, holding the tupperware. "hi kiddo, how was today's dance?" "good, fun I guess." he gave a thumbs up."where'd you get those?" his mom pointed towards the cookies and brownies.
"a friend" she smiles with a sigh. "have you told her?" if it were a guy he would have said his name, he's had the habit ever since he could speak. "no, and she doesn't need to know."
"you'll have to tell her eventually," she says walking over to her son and holding his face.
"she'll find out on her own."
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HIM
Poetrya recollection of all those times they spent just loving one another hoseok © SACCHARINEYKH
