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I remember you, Ms. Vertin. When you were still a student, when I was the dentist there, you always visited the clinic. All those headaches you had were faked, but the wounds and bruises were real. I think your frequent visits were for the comforting candies, weren't they? Because you always smiled when you received the toffees.



ํˆฌ์ŠคํŽ˜์–ด๋ฆฌ๋Š” ์˜›๋‚ ์— ์žฌ๋‹จ ์†Œ์† ์น˜๊ณผ์˜์‚ฌ์˜€๊ณ  ๋ฒ„ํ‹ด์€ ํ•™์ƒ ๋•Œ ์ž์ฃผ ๊พ€๋ณ‘ ๋ถ€๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์™€์„œ ์‚ฌํƒ• ๋ฐ›์•„๊ฐ”๋‹ค๋Š”๋ฐ ๊ท€์—ฝ๋‹ค ใ…‹ใ…‹ใ…‹