KHH UNI.VERSE.

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“And don’t worry about that bracelet. I’ll buy you a new one.”

Still and calm. A normal ringing of a telephone all along with a followed “Hello? This is Patron Go. How can I assist you?” The marble floor secretly crying as classic squeaky shoes press to it’s skin. A pair being my own shiny all black 5 inch heels.

I strolled down the long hallway, passing up my colleague’s offices, resting behind visible glass. I walked with a purpose, for I did have a purpose. Yes, I had to deliver 3 stacks of contracts to the man above me. It was an understatement to say I was nervous. One might think I was nervous because he was my boss. That could be a way to put it.

I continued to stalk my way down the hall, holding the folder case close to my waist. I finally reached the room with his name boldly written on the side. Lee Joon Kyung. His room being the only room hiding behind walls. I inhaled my deepest breath before knocking for an ‘ok’.

“Excuse me, Mr.Lee?” I held my face closer to the closed door. I heard shuffling before the room finally went silent. I held my stance until I heard a grunt from the other side. “Enter.”

Placing my hand onto the silver knob, I entered the room as said. Once in, I saw a member of my committee I knew all too well. Ria. An exchange worker and very close with Mr. Lee. I silently cleared my throat and hung my head low. I felt like I walked in on something private.

“Yes, ___?” I looked up to see him staring back at me. Just taking a glance at him made me shiver. His tanned skin gleamed amazingly in such horrible light, his blush lips pursed, his eyebrows raised in curiosity, and how could I forget his hidden tattoos peeking out from his suit. He was so sexy and I’m pretty sure he knew it.

“____. Speak to me. I don’t have all day.” His voice woke me out of my trance. I blinked a few times before I came to my senses. Ugh, you were fantasizing again!

“Ah, yes Mr. Lee. I have those reported contracts sent from the companies willing to buy some of our building rates,” I began to pull out the paperwork,” One coming from Nettles Inc. It’s a compact settlement they have with a smaller company that I think should be-” Mr.Lee held up his hand in a stop motion.

“Don’t continue. Leave them in my filing cabinet. I’ll get to them eventually.” He rested his hand back onto his desk and proceeded to his computer. I stood there, dumbfounded. Did he really just cut me off? Was I boring? Do I have something on my face? Or was it because of Ria?

I switched my gaze to the model like structure to the left of his desk. She stood tall, with an all maroon dress that fit her too well and a laced choker wrapper around her neck. Her makeup made her face bold and confident, which only made her look more intimidating. And her cute short hair bent around her neck. At least she wore black heels like me, huh? Only hers were more stylish with a velvet feel.

She stared back at me in pity. The longer I stood there, the more I was embarrassing myself. I cleared my throat for the second time and stuffed the papers back into the folder case. Avoiding eye contact, I shuffled in place.

“Very well Mr.Lee. I will do as told. Dial out if you need me.” Funny, cause he never needs me. I quickly nodded my head and rushed for the door. Nothing could be more embarrassing than this moment, but seconds later I was proven wrong. The door would honestly not open. I just didn’t see why. After seconds of multiple tries, Ria placed her cold hand on top of mine.

“Like this, Ms.___” She twist the knob and pulled the door open. My breathing stopped and I closed my eyes. I lied earlier. This was the most embarrassing moment. I quietly thanked her and hurried out of the office.

This was sort of an everyday thing for me. I come to the office saying I won’t pay him attention, but as soon as I had to run him an errand I acted a fool. Truth was, I have major feelings for this man. He’s what I always wanted. Someone who didn’t care what others thought of him and definitely didn’t care what came out of his mouth. On top of that, he was hard working and wouldn’t stop until the job was done. He was the whole package.

I thought of these thoughts as I ran down the walkway, back to my small secretary area. I plopped into my spinning chair and slumped down in the seat. I didn’t think I can ever face him again. I sat there for a little minute before I remember my errand. ‘Leave them in my filing cabinet. I’ll get to them eventually.’

I sprung up in my seat. I really just left his office without leaving the contracts! I released a loud moan before slumping back in my seat. How can one man turn a girl into a puddle? I couldn’t go back now, I would just look like a fool! So I waited.

I waited until lunch for him to leave his office, but he never did. Then I waited for him to take a bathroom break, but he never did. I even waited for him to dial out to me so he could scold me for such a careless mistake…. but he never did.

It was 8:57 P.M. now, and the office had been closed for about 3 hours. I stayed around because I still had work to finish. Thanks to my little incident earlier, I couldn’t concentrate. So I stayed looking at a computer screen for hours. I finally took a stretch break while looking up at the clock. It shocked me how much time had passed since the last time I glanced.

I decided to shut down for the night. I began to pack all my things when I noticed the folder case holding the contracts. I sighed because I had to face facts, those contracts HAD to be put in his filing cabinet. I snatched the case off of my desk and left my belongings behind.

For the second time in a day, I strutted down the empty hall making my way to my boss’s room. Sensing I was the only one in the office, I casually walked into his void without knocking. To my surprise, though, my boss was still at his desk.

His face lay in his hands as if we was stressed. A bottle of vodka stood tall next to him and it was ¾  empty. I instantly became worried. Why was he still here getting drunk? Quietly, I set the case on the floor and tip toed over to my boss.

“Mr- Mr. Lee?” I inched my way towards him but soon stopped. He slowly rose his head to reveal his devastated face. His eyes were bloodshot red and his face held red handprints on it. I could see what he longed for in his eyes. He was definitely tired.

He tried to rise out of his seat, but stumbled. I reacted quickly and ran behind his desk before he could fall. “Mr. Lee. Are you ok?” We both slowly slid to the floor, resting on the wall behind his desk. His head lay in my lap as I had my back against the cold wall.

“That was a rhetorical question, huh?” He laughed. I blinked at him. How could he laugh at a time like this?

“We need to get you home Mr.Lee.” I attempted to sit him up, but he wouldn’t budge. So I just sat there with a grown man in my lap.

“Home? Nothing there for me. And stop being so formal. Call me Joon. Such a pretty girl shouldn’t be so formal.” He talked with his eyes closed. My cheeks burned in delight. Did he just call me pretty?

“Man fuck this shit. I don’t deserve all of this. I just wanna be happy y’know?” He then began to ramble like any normal drunk person, and I sat there and listened to him.

I ran my slim fingers through his hair as he talked. He would open his eyes a few times and gaze at me as he ranted, and I could’ve sworn he bit his lips once or twice. His drunk scale made his voice lazy, and of course it was 10x better slowed and lower. I felt connected with him, and I totally forgot that the man lying in my lap was my boss. I cherished the moment dearly.

He had so much to say about his life, so much to get off his chest. He hated his job at ‘this boring office’. He wanted nothing more but to get out and pursue his real dream. Looking at 4 walls everyday gave him a headache and no liquor or pill could cure it.

“If only I had a backbone. Someone to stick by me. I wouldn’t mind working so hard. Will you be my backbone pretty lady?” He finally leaned up only to place his face centimeters away from mine.

I got flustered at his actions. I know he was only doing this because he was drunk, but the man I had deep feelings for was inches away from my lips. I snapped from my fantasy and faced harsh reality.

“Um.. I think it’s time for you to go home Mr. Lee. You’ve had enough for one night. “ I finally got a hold of him to pull him up on his feet. It wasn’t long before we both left the office and I got him home safely. He was stubborn, but he gave me sloppy directions to his humble abode. Soon enough, he was knocked out on his couch.

I was rushed home after dropping him off. I felt so.. Shy. I still felt his head on my lap. I didn’t even notice, but I was tracing the tattoo around his collarbone while listening to him vent. How could I get so reckless? He was still my boss and I crossed some boundaries.

Once I got home, I instantly went to take a shower only to notice I was missing my charm bracelet. It wasn’t really an important thing, I just liked to wear it everyday considering it was about the only bracelet I had. I shook it off thinking I left it somewhere on my desk and continued to my shower.

The next day rose and it was the same old thing. Telephones ringing, monotone voices, and the sound of classic squeaky shoes on marble floor. It was 3 hours after I had arrived at work which meant lunch hour. I sighed when I knew I had to get out and feed myself. Leaving the office will only give me time to think about the previous night, and I didn’t need that.

I continued to pout and gathered up my purse and sweater before my office phone rang. I jumped in surprise because that phone never rang. It took me a while to realize, yes the phone was ringing, and yes I needed to answer it. I slowly picked up the communicator and spoke.

“Hello. ______ speaking from Patreon Go. How may I assist you.” I gasped when I heard a husky laugh come from the other side of the line.

“____, you don’t have to recite that line to me. Read the I.D. before you answer the phone.” I glanced down at the I.D. box and it read “Line 1” which clearly meant the boss was calling. At this point I wasn’t breathing. What did he want to talk about? The night before? For turning in the contracts late? Or the “kiss we almost had”. I was frozen as he still spoke.

“I need you to come down to the office. I’ll give you a little extra time on your lunch break. We have to sort some things out.” And with that he hung up.

My knees gave out and I crouched to the ground. Sort some things out? All we did was almost kiss! I came to my senses and leveled off the floor. I just had to face him. I softly ran my hands across my pencil skirt and started my way down the hall. Everything was going in slow motion as I walked. The sound of papers being filed filled my ears, bodies running about frantically blinded my sight, and the sweet aroma of my bosses cologne graced my nose.

That’s when I noticed I had already made it to his office. I was just standing there, staring him straight in his eyes. It didn’t dawn on me that his room door was already open. I blinked when he cocked his head to the right.

“Come in.” His voice sounded annoyed. Maybe he didn’t want to talk about our love.

I walked slowly into the room with my head down. Every time I looked at him, all I could see was his face centimeters from mine.

“You can stop walking unless you’re trying to hit the desk.” His voice got louder and I instantly rose my head. I was 1 inch away from running into his desk. Mr.Lee stared back at me with one eyebrow raise.

“If I cared, I would ask what’s up with you, but I don’t. Anyways, about these contracts. I read over them and it seems you didn’t read the fine print because if you did Ms.______, you would see-” I started to zone out.

Did he really call me in to talk about contracts? Not even that, but to scold me about what I did and did not read? He was wasting my lunch time to talk about papers? Who was I kidding? He didn’t call me in to discuss something he most likely didn’t remember, he was drunk!

“Huh, _____? ______? _______!” He raised his pitch once again to get my attention. At this point, I just felt embarrassed. I nodded my head as if I heard every little thing he just said.

“So you do want to get fired for such careless mistakes as to missing a frauded signature from a non existent company?” I jumped at his reply. Great way to show I wasn’t listening. We stared at each other for a while before he sighed.

“Look, I’m not going to fire you. Just actually read the papers next time. You are dismissed.” He waved me away and began to fiddle with the papers.

I was about to walk out when I noticed something familiar. A small, silver rose sat next to more shiny charms along with a broken string. It was my charm bracelet broken into to pieces. Without thinking, I went to grab the remains of my wristband when I was quickly stopped.

“I dismissed you. Why are you reaching for my desk.” His warm fingers were wrapped around the place where my bracelet should be. I snatched away before his touch would sear through my skin.

“That’s my bracelet. I’m not sure how it got in here.” I lied straight through my teeth. I went to grab it again, and I felt the heat wrap around my wrist.

“I do. Last night…. were you in here?” His curiosity floated in the air as I ignored his question. I couldn’t even look him in the eye.

“I- I thought you were drunk.” I either slowly pulled from his grasp, or he painfully let go of my wrist.

The room fell quiet. This was all my fault. If I had just done what I had to do to begin with, I wouldn’t have ever seen him drunk. It was so quiet, we could hear the clock tick tocking on the wall. This was the one time where I didn’t hear telephones ringing, monotone voices, and classic squeaky shoes on the marble floor.

“You’re the one. You’re the last person I would’ve guessed as the owner of this bracelet, but you’re the one.” He stood from his desk and walked to the front of it where I was.

How could I tell this man that he’s the first person I’ve loved for so long now? I looked up at him, then down at my shoes. I felt so shy and vulnerable. Like a whole group of high school students just found out my biggest secret.

“You’re that pretty lady. That gorgeous lady.” He placed his warm palm against my cheek.

It’s funny because minutes before I was merely nothing but someone he dismissed. Now I’m “that gorgeous lady’.

“You don’t have to act like this. You were drunk, so you felt nothing. Let’s forget last night even happened and continue being boss and secretary. I don’t mind being ignored again.” I felt the urge to cry, but there was no need to.

I then felt his warm thumb circling around my cheek. He looked sorrowful and his face mirrored the face of the night before.

“It’s true that I didn’t treat you fairly in the past, but even after years of putting up with me you came and helped me last night. I still remember the love radiating out of your eyes. Your soft touch rubbing through my hair and running across my tattoos. That’s really hard to forget, even for a drunk man. Please don’t take this change of heart the wrong way.”

It took me a while before I finally gave up. I wrapped my arms around his neck and did something I wouldn’t have dared did in the past. I slowly place my lips on his soft, pink ones and vanished into the kiss. It was perfect to me. The man I wanted forever was now at the edge of my lips.

We finished our kiss, and I backed out slowly with my eyes still closed. I didn’t want the moment to end. He chuckled at me and rubbed the small of my back. This is what I needed for so long, and it was placed right in my hand.

Hi! I read your jay park story and looooooooved it! So in a way I guess this is two requests lol. 1) a part 2 to "watching you", it being about there third or fourth date and getting a little steamy lol. 2) an imagine about dok2 or masta wu (it doesn't matter which), where the girl is the personal assistant and has been in love with him for a while but he doesn't know she exists. It's late at the office and when she's about to go home she finds him drunk and depressed about something. She calms him and holds him and helps him home. Some stuff happens and he tries to find her. Eventually he finds out its her and there is a happy ending. Its got a little bit of everything fluff, angst, smut and more fluff lol.

Jay Park and Giriboy fanfiction. VERY VULGAR LANGUAGE! WARNING

Has not been proofread

Ever met something so fine. Such a beautiful bomb that would explode any minute. All took was one unfastened screw? What about a girl? Girls are the most blooming goods are this Earth. They come in all shapes and sizes and they don’t even cost a dime. Most of them that is.

Me on the other hand? It takes more to get to me. You have to be a billionaire before you can even learn my name. The corner is the only job I have and there is no change for me. I work for what I have to get and I pity those who have it handed to them. I’m not the average “blossom” of a girl.

My name is Devyn, but if anyone would called me that it would be the last words escaping their mouth. I go by Mami and that’s final. Yeah, I’m a little hostile, but shit. It is what it is. You gotta be rough to grow up on these streets. Friendly won’t get you nowhere.

My task as a woman is simply this, make your money and fuck the others. And I do exactly that to make my money. No shame here baby. Just a young girl trying to make a quick buck. I get judged for it, but once I see that green nothing else matters.

Green. In slow motion, the money was placed on the worn down wooden table.that was barely standing up on three legs. I eyed the man. He was delicious. Tall and brawn. His beard was rough and his veins popped out of his neck. I had just finished pleasuring this guy and I was excited to see my award.

I reached over to the table and grabbed the stack of money. 1 2 3 4 5. 500 right there. Fast money as guaranteed, but I wasn’t satisfied. I looked over my shoulder at my supplier who was busily quenching his thirst. He caught my eye and grunted from the cold drink. “You want sum’ ta drink?” His voice rang through the rugged house. Was this guy serious?

“Where the rest at B? 5 more stacks.” I was now on my feet. Who did this guy think he was playing?” He stared at me wild eyed before hanging his head low to suppress his laughter.

“What’s funny? Where the fuck is the rest? Ian gon’ ask again.” I furrowed my eyebrows. After trying to hold it in, he released a full blown laughter. What the hell was so funny?

“Girl you a trip. What does it look like, huh? Ian got it. And even if I did, I wouldn’t give it to yo ass. Head was trash.” He closed his Strawberry fizz and placed it back into his un-running fridge. This fucker.

“Get the fuck out now. We’re done, Best believe I won’t be calling back. Tell Dae that.” He walked towards me trying to shoo me out of his home.

This is what I hated the most. What I did was something I for me. I’ll do the nastiest things to anybody just for sake of money, but when you disrespect me and my craft that’s where you get fucked up.

“Uh, slow ya roll big shot. I don’t how my head game wasn’t swell. Not only could your whole dick AND balls fit in my mouth, but I was bout ready to swallow YOU whole. So get that straight, shrimp dick. Second off, I’m not going any fucking where till I get my 500. Now I can tell Dae THAT.” I smirked at my wittiness. If he dared to say anything else sideways, he knew he would be the next missing body found in the nearest raging river.

He rolled his eyes and without hesitation, fished through his broken draw. He smacked 5 more bills in my hand, and I happily walked away. “Oh, and don’t worry about not calling again. This was your last.” Even though he was behind me, I could see his confusion.

I walked out of the apartment into the crisp, cold air. Today was not the day to be hoeing in booty shorts. I held my arms close to my chest as I walked along the cracked sidewalk. Step on a crack and you break your Mama’s back. I giggled. Fuck that bitch. All down the sidewalk, I counted 12 cracks to step on before I came to a halt

Looking up, I was the building I called home. It was a nasty place. Outside was clearly painted green in the past, but the paint was peeled. There was also a past rage fire, and one side of the house was a charcoal black. The steps, rigid and ready to cave in, lay empty. If you didn’t know any better, you would think this place was abandoned. That’s the best part.

I smiled as I walked up the stairs to my home. I looked around to be sure no one was looking before I stepped into the rusted house. “I’m home!” I yelled soon as my foot was placed before the threshold. I stripped myself of my shoes and my rugged winter coat.

The inside of this place was a total different story than the other side. Walls were velvet red, chains hanging from the ceiling for dramatic effect. The floor a money green, also velvet, and could never be touched by a shoe that has walked the outside grounds. I walked by multiple rooms. The “living” room where everyone just chilled. The poker room where daddies played for all they had with their hunnies on their sides. The “play” room where the money was really made, and of course a bathroom.

I finally made it to the end of the hall where the Don himself lay. Mr. Daelin Yu, aka Dae. He was in charge of this all. Every bitch was under his command, every custom made fork was under his pay. What he said goes and I was honestly glad I worked for him.

I slowly eased the door open to reveal Dae’s chair facing me. I never knocked like any other peasant would because I was cool with Dae like that. Once I was fully in the room, I observed its contents. All white everything. Down to the leather chair. Walls covered with exclusive guns and machinery. His desk lay in the middle of the small room with piles of money stacked. And of course he had his two main bitches beside him, Domo and Brit.

Once he sensed my presence, he spoke. He exchanged words with Domo, speaking in the only language Dae knew. Without Domo, anybody involved with Dae wouldn’t know what the fuck he’s saying.

“He ask do you have it?” Domo batted her eyes at. Don’t understand why she’s trying to be cute with me, but I guess she’s used to it.

“Um, yeah Mr.Dae. I got that grand. You know, from that guy right down the street.” Domo quickly translated to the man. While they conversated I glanced at Brit. I always felt bad for her because she didn’t really have that connection with Dae like Domo did. I been told her ass to learn the language though. I sighed and focused back on Domo.

“He wants it.” I hurriedly pulled out the stacks at her words. If I kept this man waiting for a millisecond he would blow my brains out.

I placed the money on the table and backed up a few feet. After a while, Dae finally turned his seat around to expose his face. It looked like how it always did. Scarred. This man has been through hell and back and he has his face to prove it. He picked up the money and began to count. He counted a second time, then a third time, then a fourth time. He finally gave up the counting and threw the money into his already made pile.

I relaxed a bit because at this point, I wasn’t dead. He looked me in the eye and squinted for a bit until he waved me off signaling I should leave. I nodded my head and walked for the door. I knew in a few hours I would have another job to do, but until then I just had to work my side of the corner for an extra few bucks.

The way it work at Dae’s was I did a job at certain amount of cost. In this situation, the blowjob was 1 grand. At the end of the week, whatever I made from private partners, I get half of that as my pay. And if I was lucky, I could get picked off the corner and make a few extra dollars of my own. The only bad part about this was sometimes the pay was low.

So I waited. I waited in the biting cold for anyone to notice me. I swayed my body and pursed my lips so a car would stop. Not too long after, one did.

“Hey Ma! What you doing out there by yourself. Get in here.” I side eyed the man. He was asian and boy was he fine. Just from the outside I saw a chiseled face and a ferrari. What was he doing in this neck of the woods. He was none other than horny.

“You some money.” He gawked at my words. I can honestly say that was stupid question, even coming from me.

“No. I just rent nice cars. Get in girl.” I laughed at his corny joke and walked to the curb. Looking around, I had to make sure no one saw me. If I got caught, Dae would want half or maybe all of what I was about to make. I settled myself in the car and placed my seat belt around my waist. I looked over at the mystery man to get a better look. And yes, he was even better looking up close.

“Mmm. I like me some chocolate.” He licked his lips as he set his car in drive, “By the way what’s your name sweetheart?” The way he talk just threw me off. No guy has ever made this much conversation with me, and I just felt…. shy.

“Mami. And you” I looked straight ahead, afraid to look him in the eye like a 5th grade crush. He licked his lips again and groaned to my response.

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Tick, tick, tick

The clock hands moved slowly in the quiet classroom. It was 3rd block, Math class on a Friday, and I was stressing on a test. All week had been nothing but annoying and I just needed to get away. On top of the week’s events, I had this test in front of me that I definitely didn’t study for.

My eyes wandered to the clock. 12:13. The sigh that left my mouth was louder than I expected and that resulted in a “shh” from my Math teacher. I rolled my eyes back to my paper and re-read the same question for the 50th time. ‘Solve for X and Y’. I skimmed over the complicated equation, but I just couldn’t focus. I silently groaned before raising my hand.

“Yes, ___?” My teacher’s eyebrows raised in suspicion. “May I use the restroom?” I blinked my eyes in hope. She hesitated for a moment before she sighed out a quick “yes”. Secretly celebrating, I grabbed my purse and headed for the door. Her eyes never left me as she seemed skeptical, so I held to my abdomen chanting “cramps”. We both know it was far from the truth.

Once I left the classroom, I ran down the hall to the nearest restroom. I needed to make a call to the only person who could get me out of this situation. The stench of public disgust ran through my nose as I scurried into the bathroom.

Do they even clean in here?

My eyes darted around until they settled on the biggest stall in the bathroom, and luckily it wasn’t occupied. I ran in before locking the metal lock and waited for silence. For surety that there wasn’t any teachers or rats of students, I pulled out my phone to call him.

It rang once, then twice.

Before the 3rd ring could bell, I heard shuffling on the other side of the phone.

“Hello?” Rasp. He was asleep.

“Hey. I don’t really care if you’re busy come get me.” I rocked impatiently. I just wanted to go home. “Woah babe. Leaving early with that attitude?” I heard a chuckle form in his throat.

“Hyukie! I’m so serious.” I stomped my feet along with my whine. I know at times I can be a little brat, but now wasn’t the moment to play with me.“Ok! Don’t whine to me. I’ll leave you there.” His voice gradually got smaller as he spoke. Even though he was a soft speaker, he always knew how to make his point.

We exchanged goodbyes after the conversation. ‘10 minutes’ he said. No more, no less. So I decided to chill in the bathroom for 5 minutes and head back to class until he came. Who cares if my teacher was skeptical. Anything to get out of that dreaded test.

Time passed, and I made my way back to the classroom. When I walked in, only a few students were still taking their test while others played around. I locked eyes with my teacher and immediately my head fell. I felt extremely bad for skipping class, but at least I was getting out soon. Before I could settle down into my chair, the intercom buzzed.

“Mrs.Dalia, I need ___ for checkout please.” My eyes widened. He said 10 minutes, not 10 divided by 2. Now that I think about it, I would’ve aced this test. I laughed at myself as I packed my belongings to go. “It may be funny now Miss ___, but you will still have to take this test.” My teacher peered over the rim of her glasses. I really wanted to respond back simply because I wasn’t laughing at anything related to her nonsense, but I just ignored her and made my way out the door.

“So you did all of this, just so you could get out of a math test?” Hyuk Woo licked his vanilla ice cream as it ran down his fingers. Once he picked me up from school, we drove to an ice cream shop and had a long talk about my horrid day at school.

“No. I did all of this so I can come see you.” I flashed a fake smile at him. In return, he threw me one of his famous blank stares. He even blinked a few times.

“Okay. I ditched because of the test, but you don’t understand.” He laughed at my misery while I consumed my favorite flavored ice cream.

“You’re right I don’t. Even though a few years back I also went to school for 12 consecutive years and I went through the same pain and even got in trouble for some truancy. But I would never feel the same as you. Oh no, I’ll never understand.” He stopped the car at a red light.

I rolled my eyes and giggled at his sarcastic remarks. “But I get it. Sometimes you just have to take a break from looking at a paper all day, walking around the same brown halls, smelling the same foul aroma you call student odor.” And at that I couldn’t control my laughter. Sometimes he was just funny for no reason.

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