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_{☥ Holding the flyer in his hand, his pale eyes flickered over what was written, an impassive distance over his features as seconds passed, even after the last letter had been read. Private tutor. Taemin began to fold the paper carefully into an airplane, before he stepped to the edge of the building he was atop, and he let it fly. Perhaps someone who had more use of it, would find it.}