Prologue:
I pulled out the chair that I normally sat in at the café in the mornings. I spread my usual breakfast: a mocha-latte with a small cinnamon roll, out on the table, and pulled my chair in closer to the table. I ate in silence, by my self. After I finished my breakfast, I began heading down the street that led to an extremely tall building that I liked to call work. I worked with a magazine called High-cut, one of the most popular magazines in Korea.
The next day was exactly the same; get up, get dressed, go to the café, eat, go to work, then come back home. The next day was the same, and the next, and the next, and the next. I got up at the same time, dressed myself in the same clothes, went to the same café, got the same breakfast, sat at the same table, went down the same street to the same job, and went back to the same house. Everyday was exactly the same. And I got bored. But the one morning when I was expecting everything to go normally, it changed.
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