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Seo notices a guy sitting against the fence of The Bin, his eyes glued to a handheld game.
Seo notices a guy sitting against the fence of The Bin, his eyes glued to a handheld game.
.........
...
See any bugs?
...nah.
OK.
He looks up from his game.
Oh. Are you Seo?
Yeah.
OK.
...
Oh yeah, I had a letter for you.
Had... From who.
Dunno. I trashed it.
Ah, protecting her from spam? Very noble of you. I take it you're a mail carrier?
Sorta. I just do it to keep the stamps.
Like, check this out.
Rad.
Yeah.
See ya.
He stuffs the stamp and handheld game into the conveniently sized pockets of his gym shorts and rolls away on wheeled sneakers.
...what was the point of that?
Not everything needs meaning. Sometimes it's just for fun. Like taking a personality quiz.
Those are fake.
Oh? Is someone upset she got INFJ?
Yeah, you.
There's nothing for us to do here, right? Let's go back for now.