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... the restroom, standing in front of the sink to wash his hands. Tranquil water flowed from the tap, cascading into his slightly chilled palms. His mind unintentionally drifted to the topic discussed in the private room earlier, and he felt momentarily dazed.
Time flowed like water, silently slipping through the gaps between his fingers.
Eight years have passed.
Ariel Morris, you’re back home...
Ariel Morris, you’ve actually returned...
Ariel Morris, how dar ...
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