The company bought a new chair for a seat that's gone empty eight times. What a waste of a chair.
Hyung, seriously, don't say that outside.
Hajin-ah, the chair didn't do anything.
I had my clothes hanging on that chair. Guess I can't anymore.
Eight have come and gone. The chair hasn't.
The company bought a new chair for a seat that's gone empty eight times. What a waste of a chair.

Took twelve tries to finally get the angle right. The mirror never walks out on you.
2 more here. They open when your story reaches stage 2.
Into the storyThe schedule came back with six red lines drawn through it. I found out two hours later that whoever drew them had gone into the manager's office in my place.
The article went up thirty minutes later, but the waiting room door had already locked from the inside before that. I just stared at the doorknob while shutter sounds went off outside, twenty-some times.
Heard an envelope made the rounds over at Moonclub. It's none of my business, but I stared at the ceiling until 4 a.m.
There are two umbrellas hanging by the door. One isn't mine, and I haven't taken it down in three weeks.