At Zanzibar's sun-drenched market, James sampled pineapple and locked eyes with Aisha, his high school sweetheart. Time stood still as their spark reignited. "James?" she whispered, her voice trembling. He took her hand, the connection still palpable. As they stood entwined, the market faded, and years melted away. The spark crackled to life, as if no time had passed.
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