He did not know...
He did not know...

He did not know...

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Park Jaehyung was nothing more than the cashier of an average market, in an average city and all that excited him about the service, well... It was looking at people - his customers - and making conversation with some.

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FOTO DO PERFIL:  Kurosaki Tasuku *Dengeki Daisy*    O anonimato e a solidão não são tão ruins quanto parecem.   OBS: A maioria das minhas...

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