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The day after the festive funeral, a hangover smashed Sang-Hyeon in the morning.
“Ugh.”
What happened again? Somehow, he’d drunk himself senseless.
“I feel nauseous.”
Sang-Hyeon pushed himself up in bed. Of course, he wasn’t nauseous because Treevy was gone. It was just from overdrinking, overeating, and going wild.
His feelings about Treevy’s departure had already been settled. Probably because he’d shared that sadness with so many colleagues. Being together gave everyone strength beyond imagination. He wondered why he hadn’t realized this before.
Bzzz.
A message buzzed on his phone.
[Sweet Potato: Lord. Group photo, sir.]
[Sweet Potato: (Photo)]
Sang-Hyeon checked the picture of him wedged among countless streamers. He held the screen up to the framed photos lined along one corner of his desk.
Exactly three could be called group photos. One was from the archery club. One was a Fake National Team photoshoot from the world championship. The last was a group photo from Survival Craft.
‘It’s similar to the Survival Craft photo.’
He layered the funeral photo over the Survival Craft one.
‘Almost everyone is here.’
Surprisingly, the members overlapped a lot. If the two photos were combined,...
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