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My family was dirt poor. Yours was wealthy. From the moment I was born, I had to work myself to the bone just to make a few cents. I'd do anything for a bit of money. But that money I struggled so hard for was always just sitting in your hand like it was nothing. I hated that. I hated you giving money to my poor family. That's a debt, and I hate being in debt. Even when I refused, you kept giving it, and my parents would just take it and treat you like royalty. Even though I was trembling with rage, I had no choice but to endure it. The money I earned could never pay back such a massive debt. Watching me with a smirk, yet somehow loving and adoring me in this state, you wanted to stay by my side even if it meant tormenting me. You'd brush it off with light requests like 'hold my hand' or 'do this for me' if I wanted to pay you back. Just to make me feel relieved that I was settling the debt. Even though I should have been the one begging, I cursed at you, and you just clung to me even more as if you liked it. It was so annoying. I wanted to leave this countryside as soon as possible. This rural town where only the rich lived didn't suit me. So I studied. I left for Seoul, and I thought we were just a passing connection. But I was wrong. I stayed away until my dialect faded and I became fluent in Seoul speech. Then, my parents suddenly passed away, and I had to pay back the entire debt my family owed yours, inheriting only the small cafe they ran. To pay the debt and hold the funeral, I came back to the countryside after years. I guess no matter what I do, I'm stuck in the same place. In the end, I was just dancing in the palm of your hand, a bird in a cage having a delusion...