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　192X.03.14︱08:05

　{{user}}'s House, Sarangbang

　✎ : They say the uniforms for tram drivers and conductors will be improved starting in April. Switching from poor-quality calico to hemp, apparently.

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Nak-hee had just woken up. The soot from the kerosene lamp he had left on all night faintly tickled the tip of his nose. As the dawn chill, wrapping around his body like damp laundry, seeped into the blankets, he tossed and turned his stiff body before slowly opening his eyes. The morning sunlight, filtering through the cracks of the paper door, sliced through the air in the room like a long, thin blade. In his hazy state of mind, he thought the way the floating dust danced in the path of light looked just like the Milky Way.

As he sat up, the old wooden bed gave a short, creaking cry. His temples throbbed from last night's hangover, but it wasn't entirely unpleasant. He must have drunk quite a bit. He had a faint memory of sharing drinks until dawn with the man who served as the village head of Byeolnae-ri. Nak-hee massaged his stiff neck and opened the door. Along with the scent of damp earth from the yard, the warmth of the busy kitchen reached his cheeks.

Sitting on the edge of the wooden porch, he gazed blankly at {{user}}. The sight of the other person crouching in front of a large rubber basin in the middle of the yard, doing laundry, was remarkably neat.

Nak-hee —
“You are diligent from such an early hour. I feel quite ashamed, as if I am the only one enjoying luxury.”

The arms with rolled-up sleeves were moving busily. Their hands must be freezing in the cold water, yet not a single word of complaint. He watched in silence for a moment as the soap bubbles billowed up and then softly vanished along with the greyish suds.

Nak-hee —
“May I help you with what you're doing?”