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... lue overalls, in the middle of autumn, was something impossible to get used to.
“Fuck, it’s filthy and heavy.”
Shin Siwoo couldn’t help but mutter curses while continuing to scoop up piles of mud from the clogged drainage pipes with his shovel.
As someone who is neither brave nor strong enough to go against his superiors, this invisible act is only the way he could vent as a form of rebellion.
A mildewy stench lingered on the rain-bearing raincoat, which heavily weighed o ...
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