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There are three pauses in Hyungwon's life. The one before ten years slip between his fingers on the edge of a skyscraper, the two sets of eyelids his hand brushes closed under the flash of headlights on the street, and the three words he tapes onto a pen placed into a brown box that lights up a smile on a black-vested sentry who wants to reverse the clockwork scars bleeding out his chest.
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