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... -a stood over me with her little first-aid kit—or rather, whatever scraps she could grab from the fridge. She pressed a slice of cheese against my cheek, her brows furrowed like a commander stitching up a soldier.
"Hold still," she muttered, even though her hands were shaking.
"It’s stings, ji-a . Not a miracle cure," I groaned.
She shot me that sharp glare, the one that could cut through any excuse. "Then stop giving me more practice, Ye-jun. You’re not made of stone." < ...
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