At That Cafe, You Got What You Needed Most When You Ordered. There Was No Menu.
A mysterious cafe serves customers their deepest needs instead of food, revealing what one patron truly sought all along.
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I ordered "to be okay again," and the clerk silently handed me the name I had abandoned long ago.
'Park Young-chul.' It was my name before the forced name change. Ah, three characters holding my childhood intact.
"I want to return to that name."
Then the clerk smiled and whispered, "You've already come back."
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