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by U Gaeng
My name is Do-yeon, and now that I've hit thirty, I can't even enjoy the snow anymore — it just makes the commute that much harder. I thought turning thirty meant mastering my emotions: staying cool and unshaken by petty feelings. But it turns out I'm still someone who gets butterflies. At my usual café, a hidden indie bookstore I tracked down, the gym I dragged myself to join, even a hole-in-the-wall street bar — men who throw my emotions into chaos keep showing up, one after another. Can I ever truly fall for someone again with an open, genuine heart? Will that day actually come?
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