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"I'm not blaming you," I clarified, sitting back up. "Let's leave it white then? It'll still match your room," he nodded and managed to open one of the blue boxes, spilling all its photographs onto the bed next to me. "What are you doing?"

"I'm just taking all the pictures out so we can select the best ones." I put all my weight on my right elbow so now we both half laid on the bed facing each other with the pictures between us. He passed me a bunch and I shuffled through it, only to find them to be pictures of animals he found cute during his trips.

"Oh look at this one!", he squeaked out, pushing closer to me with a picture of two of us in his hand. It was from four years ago, I was still shy and too quiet but Mr. Kim had always been an ambivert, quickly adapting to everybody around him and their personalities. 

"We look so different, it's not even that old," I giggled, unintentionally scooting closer while trying to get more comfortable. 

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