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W: My son turns 18 today, and I realize that he's now an adult. ¿À´ÃÀÌ ³» ¾ÆµéÀÇ 18»ì »ýÀÏÀε¥ ³ ±× ¾Öµµ ÀÌÁ¦ ¾î¸¥À̶ó´Â °É »õ»ï ±ú´Ý°Ô µÆ¾î.
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