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... s was uneventful, but the memory of the past day lingered in his mind.
The smell of the café's fresh bread and wine still clung to his senses, mixing with the memory of heated political debates in the streets.
The woman at the café he still didn't know her name had left an impression, though he couldn't quite explain why.
She wasn't just another face in the crowd; she understood things, saw through people.
And in a time where everyone was picking sides, that made ...
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