Correctional | I'm so good

I'm sorry. Would you like to know who he is?

Staff: That younger man?

Arun: The guy who ran out of the store just now. He messed up my dress.

Staff: Oh, Nong Gran.

Staff: Well, someone told you that your mother died. In fact, the call came in through the store but the line was piled up.

Arun: So can I have a contact channel?

Staff: Well, Nong Gran doesn't have a phone. Anything can be deposited by the store.

Arun: It's okay, sir. Thank you very much.

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Ginger: Where have you been?

Arun: I met someone.

Ginger: One person?

Ginger: Who is interested in new children again? Or what? Who else do you want to take care of?

Arun: About that. This person is different from everyone else.

Ginger: How?

Arun: I don't know, but his life seems very pathetic right now.

Ginger: You followed him?

Dawn: Hmm.

Ginger:...

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Krai (Father Arun): Why is the meeting late?

Dawn: My story.

Krai: This kid!

Dawn: You.

Krai: Hmm?

Dawn: Do you think people will fall in love with someone at first glance?

Krai: How? Meet anyone else.

Arun: I don't know, but he looks very pathetic.

Krai: So what? How are you?

Arun: Poor. No money. My mother died. He wouldn't have watched so he hit me.

Krai: Is your old boy?

No, no, or because he's pathetic, he's more interesting than everyone else.

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Grung looked down at the money for a hand with only thirty baht. Now he had only thirty baht and only one bottle of rainwater in his hand. Grung could only hold the money tightly and walk down the street to work at a cafe about three kilometers away.

Embroidered!

Gran: "Ow!"

"How to walk!"

Gran: "Sorry, sir."

Gran: "Are you hurt?"

"Don't catch my dress. Is it so expensive? Is it wise?"

Gran: "I... I have no wisdom to pay."

"This dress costs thirty thousand because of you. I have to talk to you. Do you know how important it is?

"Until then, do not know, be careful to do others, he is in trouble!"

Dawn: "Thirty thousand, right?"

"Yeah! Until this much, will there be wisdom back to me? I don't know. From the dress, there would be none!"

Arun: "Take the account number."

"Don't be nice. Why are you busy paying instead?"

Dawn: Bring it!

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Dawn: "Eat."

Gran: "Thank you." The thick hand raised to thank you, so the dawn couldn't act properly, so he hurried to raise his hand back.

Arun: "Don't pay homage to me, it'll be short-lived."

Dawn: "Eat it, it'll be cold."

Gran: "I..."

Arun: "Don't be considerate. Eat. It'll just faint."

Gran: "Why are you doing this?"

Arun: "What are you doing now?"

Gran: "I don't have a regular job."

Arun: "What's your name?"

Gran: "Gran, sir."

Arun: "What about the real name?"

Gran: "Grunge," I don't understand what people in front want to know their real names for.

Arun: "Arun Chittipra."

Arun: "You can just call Arun." Gran looked up at the person in front of the sharp face, staring at that beautiful face incomprehensibly.

Dawn: "Here's my phone. I gave it to you. I signed up for a new line."

Altogether!

Gran: "Wait, sir!"

Dawn: "I gave it to you because I was willing to give it, not in return, but if you really want to give it back, you can drive me, but the caveat is that you have to move to my house."

Gran: "Why did you put your hand in my help even though we didn't know each other?"

Arun: "I like you."

Gran:...

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Dawn: Temple dogs are not for you.

Gran: And what kind is called suitable?

Arun: It's my dog.

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