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HAD TO DELETE BC THE CODE SCREWED UP, AND HTML WAS TAKEN AWAY. ;[
IT WAS RUINING THE ENTIRE PAGE TT
IT WAS RUINING THE ENTIRE PAGE TT
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Katsuro hoped as well that he would soon fall in love with this country. Its not that he hated it, it just wasn't what he wanted. "I'm from Washington. The state...not the city..." He paused for a moment, hoping that it didnt seem too douchey to say it that way, but it happened all the time back at home so why wouldn't it happen here? He looked up at him again, "Food?" His stomach growled a little bit at the idea of eating, but it made him nervous. "Yeah. I'm hungry. Do we eat here or are we going out?" He stood up, brushing his pants off.
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Hoseok leaned against the wall as he sipped his drink, watching as the ramen was cooked. "Are we taking it home? Or are you planning on eating here?" He didnt mind where they went, but it was nice to get some air from their stuff dorm room that just got a little stuffier. "They'll probably eat on their own dont you think?"