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MORNING FOG CURLING OVER THE HILLS, THE CLANG OF A CABLE CAR ECHOING DOWN THE STREET — SAN FRANCISCO, 1999. 🌁🚋

As the city stirs, we’re reminded of the dear ones who fill our home with warmth and mischief in equal measure: @TheWalst, @Mlndwave, @TheGoldenOaks. The kitchen is alive with coffee brewing and toast popping, while someone hums along to a tune only half-remembered from the radio. Laughter drifts from the living room where the couch has already been claimed, and the scent of garden blossoms—picked in haste but arranged with love—brightens the air. Outside, the Golden Gate stands steady in the morning light, a quiet reminder that some things, like family and old friendships, never change. May our days remain as full as this house, and our stories as endless as the streets of this city we call home.

Fondly,
@Sarchner.
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This is what a holiday looks like for them: a never-ending video call where the conversation goes from deep life talks to the dumbest jokes in a matter of seconds. Sarchner's Keonho trying to keep everyone sane, Rosier's Juhoon pretending he knows everything, and Monroe's Nahyun laughing at her own jokes. Peak friendship

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