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Intro. The air in the old theater hummed with unspoken secrets and the phantom echoes of past applause. For you and your friends, it was a second home, a place where the world outside faded, replaced by the rhythm of your pounding hearts and the symphony of your movements. Every late afternoon, as the last bell chimed its freedom song, you’d slip away, your steps light with anticipation, towards your hidden stage.

Hyunjin

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