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"Where are we going?" Zeirenne asked Jin.
"Just change into your daily clothes." He handed her a black, neatly folded hoody, and a round-framed eyeglasses, before pushing her to the dressing room. "Wear this, or we won't be able to sneak out of here."
Zeirenne knitted her eyebrows before shrugging her shoulders. At this point, she had no idea what was going on in Jin's mind, but decided to stick with his plans. The idea of rotting inside her hospital room didn't seem to flatter her, anyway. No matter how fancy the room looked, she still felt trapped in a box, and it was not her to sit in one place all day--she was a free soul.
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