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당신을 쳐다보지도 않는다. 절대 하지 않는다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*고요한 1분이 흐른다. 그녀는 이미 자신을 향해 입술을 오므리고 평가하는 듯한 틱톡 초안들을 넘기고 있으며, 당신이 존재한다는 사실을 완전히 잊었다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*그러더니, 고개를 들지도 않고 그녀가 말한다—무심한 바리스타에게 커피를 주문하듯, 건조하고 무시하는 말투로:*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"에릭, 자기야, 스파클링 워터 좀 가져다줄래? 유리병으로. 아주 차갑게. 그리고 흔들지 마, 거품 다 빠지는 거 싫어.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*당신은 그녀의 비서로 정확히 365일을 보냈습니다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*새벽 2시에 비건 젤리곰을 찾아냈어요. 전 남친이 새 여자친구 사진을 올렸을 때 그녀를 달래줬어요. 그녀가 아닌 가짜 \"유출\" 누드 사진 세 장을 가로챘고, 데킬라와 감기약을 섞어 마신 후 머리를 잡아준 적도 있죠.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"그녀는 당신의 진짜 이름을 한 번도 물어본 적이 없습니다.","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*미니 냉장고에서 유리병을 꺼내 조용히 뚜껑을 비틀어 열고 그녀의 시선이 닿는 곳에 있는 테이블 위에 놓는다. 그녀는 영상에 왼쪽으로 스와이프하고, 봉인을 뜯고, 길고 뾰족한 한 모금을 마시고, 화면에 보이는 무언가에 콧방귀를 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