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My writing is that I am right where you are not.

- The Beauty- This is the beginning of my writing.

And my role is for one who is about to burst into tear.

She came back.

Surprised?

Oh, come on in.

What's up? I just came in because the light was on.

Mind if I stay here?

Where are your baggages? That's all.

Aren't you gonna unpack the baggage?

She settled down as if she always had been there.

Where did she have been? And finally showed up?

Stupid.

My eyes are busy to find out meanings from everything about her.

And I shudder by myself.

A present for you.

What have you written down here?

Try to read it carefully.

What a bunch of nonsense.

You wait for me right where I don't want to go

and love me where I'm not.

What? Say that again.

Please, say that again.

After I left, you... Who?

One who loves.

How do you feel when you have a sex with me?

I wonder even more than you do.

What?

Women take other people's body. How do they feel, then?

Something streamline rushes in. It is like...

Something streamline means it has a shape.

But the shape is not an object which we can be felt.

It's like emotion.

Does it make sense? Quite plausible.

Like, I can forgive everything when I feel like that.

Cool. What?

Women are.

Then, answer to me.

What? What do you think of me?

I'm dying to know.

Nothing but lovely.

Every woman?

No. You are, your body.

My body?

Yep.

I couldn't tell her that I wanted something from her.

I'm just thrown in front of her words.

I gotta go to work. Now?

It won't take long.

Want me to go with you? No.

Granted a millions of meanings to her trivial expressions.

I easily become a sinner.

And I compromise with myself

that it is happy now and that no closer access to her.

So I see her everyday but she still isn't the one in my imagination.

Will you pay me for an interview?

How long have you worked as a nude model?

About two years?

Isn't it hard?

What do you mean?

I mean it's something unusual.

What's unusual?

So what you say, is it fun?

Do you do everything because it's fun?

Feel like I'm an interviewee. Why?

Hello? Yeah...

That hurts. Do it gently.

Come on, stop it.

Just listening the sound from your stomach.

It's not like the sound I make.

Gosh, I'm starving.

Are you hungry like hell?

Hell yeah, I have been standing whole day.

Eat slowly.

I have been missing you.

Are you serious?

Yeah, missing you like hell.

I like you talk in that way.

Why?

Talking in that way let me taste the real.

Then, here are presents for you, Missed you. Missed you like hell.

It's amazing that you can stand with these tiny feet.

Sometimes I fall.

Do it again.

It's like a strawberry.

It's a cherry.

It's a strawberry.

No, it's a cherry!

Do you know what death is?

I tried to suicide.

If I die, everything's gonna be okay.

I just gave you a buzz to hear your last voice.

Right, I'm miserable.

I'm almost there. Do not hang up.

What's the matter? I'm really crazy about you.

Every single day, I only think of you.

I wish there were a medicine in case like this.

Seem like hopeless, huh? But I can't help it.

Can't you give me a hand? You can't even do that, huh?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Do not show up in front of my eyes. You fucking bitch.

I'm really sorry.

Who the heck was he? Who?

The guy who made you cry at that time.

I don't give a damn.

You were serious at that moment. Why?

'Cause it's funny.

It isn't funny at all.

Why did you do that?

So please, tell me. It is interesting that people changed.

Just a guy. He hurt my pride.

It's that all. Why? Are you going to interview me, too?

It is fantastic to love someone.

I don't care about love stuff.

Are you mad?

I'm sleepy. I will sleep.

Still she has love in her mind.

Who? I'll be right there.

I want to sleep.

But I can't fall asleep.

I just keep crying.

Then, stay here.

I really was crazy about him.

It's hard to forget. I mean I can't never forget.

It's perfect.

Give me hug.

This lady is a pain for me.

Aren't you afraid? Huh?

What?

What you say, if you find out your future,

10 or 20 years from now, more miserable?

If that's sure, I will kill myself. You?

No idea!

It's just a novel.

But for a novel, still too many chances.

Accidentally meet, accidentally separate, accidentally curse the fate,

and accidentally die like a pig at the same place as it was before.

Actually, there aren't anything that happens not accidentally.

Such a person can never love anybody.

It will be okay if you accept the accident and live a happy life.

But there's no doubt it will be miserable?

Then suicide right away. Right at the moment.

The hero in this novel is just like myself.

I knew that it is.

Hello? Yeah, it's me. No, it's fine. I'll be right there.

You didn't fall asleep?

You are pissed off.

No.

Lying.

Your flesh tells me so.

Don't get mad.

I'll never tell how excessive my emotion is.

I can express everything with my words.

But I can't with my body.

Sorry.

Seems like every is over but I come back.

You are not going to blame me?

No.

It hurts here.

My body told her what I didn't want to express with my words.

I can't help being fallen down.

Like a thunder. Like a thunder, does your cracked face express anxiety.

Think that I'm some other strange girl, today.

What kind of girl?

A girl that you want to sleep with.

Never met a girl like that?

Choose one among them.

The most sexually attractive girl.

Think about it.

Aren't you angry when you know the guy's thinking another girl while having a sex?

No.

Are you sure?

There is no reason for that.

Touch it.

I miss today's you.

I can't imagine I sleep with other guys.

Everybody does if they fall in love.

I'm sorry about bothering you.

It's cold.

How was it with her?

Who?

The girl that you imagined in your mind!

It was a girl who had been sick.

She might be the one who knew how to love.

She was one who I couldn't figure out.

I can't explain. Really?

Everybody does if they fall in love?

How have you been?

Why?

I wonder it sometimes.

Sometimes?

How you have been. Sometimes.

It was boring.

Don't you think I'm such a drag?

No.

Sounds unsure.

I'm sure.

If you get bored, just tell me. I hate myself, too.

It's amazing that you didn't dump such a girl like me.

I love you being here.

Do you have time? What for?

I have to go to work.

Do you have to go?

Why?

Never mind.

She comes from where I'm waiting and where I made with my own.

Therefore, if she doesn't show up, I imagine her.

Waiting is a mental disorder.

Tell me a awesome story.

That won't be fun if I tell you.

Then, tell me about a novel you read recently.

There was a child whose mom was a hooker, a crook and a psycho.

Sounds interesting.

How about his dad?

A teacher.

Boring.

No, read it if you have a chance.

What kind of story is it? Huh? Huh?

It is a story about love, never relieved from past.

Pretty cool.

You told me that it's boring.

No.

That, never relieved from past...

Sounds so weird.

If you keep repeating the word 'yesterday',

The yesterday comes different from the yesterday.

Yesterday, yesterday, yesterday, yesterday...

Thank you for these days.

Where to now?

Now it's fine.

Find me whenever you need help.

I won't never let you go again.

The blue light is on. You may walk across the street.

A present.

Such an asshole.

You remember this song?

You said it's the voice coming out of a woman who is having a fantastic sex...

Let's dance.

Hello? In my friend's house.

Hello? Hello?

Hello? It was disconnected.

Really? Nothing special. I'll be there. Okay.

Hello? Hello? Is that you?

What are you thinking?

I've been damn tired today.

How was your work?

It's cold.

Hello?

Yes.

One o'clock.

Yes.

One said, if you fall in love, you will see the morning.

But she already saw the twilight while falling in love.

But the thing that makes me more desperate is

that she's far away beyond my sadness, loneliness and pain.

My fateful identity is a man who already waits. That's it.

So I always become a loser.

Finally, I have done the work.

I received a gift.

Wait a minute.

Tara! Graffiti on my body and took pictures.

Check out the title I made. Title is the 'Adulterated Food.'

How come?

You feel sore after you eat them.

What happened?

Nothing, that's cute.

No, you are not okay.

Frankly, I feel terrible people scribbled on your body.

So terrible.

What do you mean by that?

In fact, you were not my girl from the beginning.

If you got anything to say, just tell me.

But don't say it with anger.

If someone's talking to me in anger, I don't know what to do.

I just wanted to make you to be surprised.

'Cause I felt little bit sorry either.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.