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“You know, this guy reminds me of someone.” Hm? All their attention zeroed in on Karma, who retracted his hand and straightened his back as his face morphed into something thoughtful, like he was skimming through his memories. “The other day, there was this guy who came into the café I was chilling at with his sister,” Karma began recounting. “Typically, I never really bothered with strangers, but the sister was surprisingly a klutz.” He lightly smirked, pointing at the spot between his chest and stomach. “She accidentally spilled her frappe on me.”
















