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[hanverses]

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Han scrolls down his contact list with the remaining strength in him. He sits down on the bench after the doctor confirmed the death of the old lady, and Han can't stop the tears running down his face. There are not many people he can call and trust enough, but a name stops him from scrolling down the names. He taps the button and presses the phone against his ear. The monotone dial tone rings, and his head spins from crying too much.

[hanverses]

the first record

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In one corner in front of the subway station, Han is probing on his new camera while waiting for Yeseul to show up. They agreed to give the dog cafe a try--using Bomi as an excuse so she could make a new friend--so Han could practice on his interest in video making with the device given by a friend a few months ago. Hoping from one cafe to another had become his hobby at some point, and somehow the idea of recording the atmosphere has come into his mind. This would be an attempt to channel his creativity since being active in social media might give him additional income.

Han has to squat down just so Bomi, the puppy, can give a better look at what he’s doing with the camera setting. “Look, Bomi. This is how you do it. Do you think we can get some great footages?” The puppy wags its tail. “I think so too. Let’s do our best today!”