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one Thursday night, our imagination soared
Chip & Master picked me up at home. We went to a roadside stall that sells Crazy Rice, then Pretty Boy and a couple of his friends joined us.
Master and I told Pretty Boy to be an idol and not let his good looks go to waste. We’ll work as his publicists tirelessly. All he has to do is to pretend he is from Korea or Japan so he may need to take a couple of language lessons. Firstly, Master will take pictures of him going about his everyday routine and sell his pictures to the public. He’ll be the next big thing and the rest will be history.
But Chip said Pretty Boy wants to open a bra store, not become an idol, hence ending our stupid, short-lived dream about turning him into a teen idol. As a result, Master had to change her plans as well. She (jokingly) begged him to just let her work for him. She promise she’ll massage his back for him everyday but Pretty Boy wouldn’t listen. Why would he? There’s a long line of girls who’d do that for him.
Sometimes I really wonder how I came to know these people and love them for who they are.
